6 ttw •thfloBiraf $ r 0* " -'•">, PRINCETON, N. J M ^1^1- Alt. 3 OPENING HYMNS. 9 7. D. Christ in Glory, Praisk to God who reigns above, Binding earth and Heaven in love : All the armies of the sky Worship His dread sovereignty. Seraphim His praises sing, Cherubim on fourfold wing, Thrones, dominions, princes, powers, Ranks of might that never cowers. Angel hosts His word fulfil, Ruling nature by His will ; Round His throne archangels pour Songs of praise for evermore. Yet on man they joy to wait, All that bright celestial state ; For true man their Lord they see, Christ, th' incarnate Deity. On the throne our Lord, who died, Sits in manhood glorified ; Where His people faint below, Angels count it joy to go. O the depths of joy divine, Thrilling through those orders nine, When the lost are found again, When the banished come to reign. Rev. Richard Meux Benson, 1861. Ab. \ 7. D. / Thrice Holy. — Is. vi, 3. Holy, holy, holy, Lord ! God of Hosts! When Heaven and earth, Out of darkness, at Thy word, Issued into glorious birth, > OPENING HYMNS. All Thy works before Thee stood, And Thine eye beheld them good, While they sang with sweet accord, Holy, holy, holy, Lord ! Holy, holy, holy ! Thee, One Jehovah evermore, Father, Son, and Spirit, we, Dust and ashes, would adore ; Lightly by the world esteemed, From that world by Thee redeemed, Sing we here, with glad accord, Holy, holy, holy, Lord ! Holy, holy, holy ! All Heaven's triumphant choir shall sing, When the ransomed nations fall At the footstool of their King : Then shall saints and seraphim, Hearts and voices, swell one hymn, Round the throne with full accord, Holy, holy, holy, Lord ! James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1836, 1853. 10 8. 7.4. *' Speak, for Thy servant lieareth." — 1 Sam. iii, 10. In Thy Name, O Lord, assembling, We, Thy people, now draw near : Teach us to rejoice with trembling; Speak, and let Thy servants hear, Hear with meekness, Hear Thy word with godly fear. OPENING AND CLOSING. I I While our days on earth are lengthened, May we give them, Lord, to Thee ; Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, May we run, nor wear}' be, Till Thy glory Without clouds in Heaven we see. There in worship purer, sweeter, Thee Thy people shall adore ; Tasting of enjoyment greater Far than thought conceived before ; Full enjoyment, Full, unmixed, and evermore. Rev. Thomas Kelly (1769 — 1855), 1S15. 8. 7.4. Dismission. 11 i Lord, dimiss us with Thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us now, Thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace : O refresh us, Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For Thy Gospel's joyful sound : May the fruits of Thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound ; May Thy presence With us evermore be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal's given Us from earth to call away, Borne on angels' wings to Heaven, Glad the summons to obey, May we ever Reign with Christ in endless day. Rev. John Fawcett (1739 — 1817), 12 OPENING HYMNS. 1* L. M. 6L. Xhi "Unto the Lord.""— Rolf, xiv, 8. i When, streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes mine eyes, O Sun of Righteousness Divine, On me with beams of mercy shine : Chase the dark clouds of guilt away, And turn my darkness into day. 2 And when to Heaven's all-glorious King My morning sacrifice I bring, And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, Ask mercy in my Saviour's Name, Then, Jesus, cleanse me with Thy blood, And be my advocate with God. 3 When each day's scenes and labors close, And wearied nature seeks repose, With pardoning mercy richly blest, Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest ; And as each morning sun shall rise, O lead me onward to the skies. 4 And at my life's last setting sun, My conflicts o'er, my labors done, Jesus, Thy Heavenly radiance shed, To cheer and bless my dying bed ; And from death's gloom my spirit raise. To see Thy face, and sing Thy praise. William Shrubsole, Jr. (1759 — 1829), 1813, Ab. and ait. 13 6. 6 4. 6. 6. 6. 4. 1'lic Trinity invoked. i Come, Thou Almighty King, Help us Thy Name to sing, Help us to praise : OPENING HYMNS. 1 3 Father all-glorious, O'er all victorious, Come, and reign over us, Ancient of days. : Jesus, our Lord, arise; Scatter our enemies, And make them fall ; Let Thine almighty aid Our sure defence be made ; Our souls on Thee be stayed : Lord, hear our call. Come, Thou Incarnate Word, Gird on Thy mighty sword, Our prayer attend : Come, and Thy people bless, And give Thy Word success : Spirit of Holiness, On us descend. Come, Holy Comforter, Thv sacred witness bear In this glad hour : Thou who Almighty art, Now rule in every heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of Power. To the great One and Three Eternal praises be Hence, evermore. His Sovereign Majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity Love and adore. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708— 17S8), 1757. 14 OPENING HYMNS. HL. M. ''''Christ always with His people. ' i Jksus, where'er Thy people meet, There they behold Thy Mercy-seat ; Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, And every place is hallowed ground. 2 For Thou, within no w r alls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind ; Such ever bring Thee where they come, And, going, take Thee to their home. 3 Dear Shepherd of Thy chosen few, Thy former mercies here renew ; Here to our waiting hearts proclaim The sweetness of Thy saving Name. 4 Here may we prove the power of prayer To strengthen faith, and sweeten care, To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all Heaven before our eyes, 5 Lord, we are few, but Thou art near ; Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear: O rend the heavens, come quickly down, And make a thousand hearts Thine own. William Cowper (1731 — 1800), 1760. Ab. L. M. ''Jam luci's or to side re.' 15 1 Whilk now the daylight fills the sky, We lift our hearts to God on high, That He, in all we do or say, Would keep us free from harm to-day. OPENING AND CLOSING. 1 5 2 So when the daylight leaves the sky, And night'sdarkhours once morearenigh, May we, unsoiled by sinful stain, Sing glory to our God again. Ambrose of Milan (340—397). Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale (1818—1866), Ab. and alt. XU The Love of God shed abroad in the Heart. — Eph. iii. 16. i Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell, , By faith and love, in every breast ; Then shall w^e know, and taste, and feel, The joys that cannot be exprest. 2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength; Make our enlarged souls possess, And learn the height and breadth and Of Thine immeasurable grace, [length 3 Now to the God, whose power can do More than our thoughts or wishes know, Be everlasting honors done, By all the church, thro' Christ, His Son. Rev. Isaac Walts (1674 — 1748), 1709. nL. M. .. (Abridged form.) "Gott ist gegenwartig ' O /asset uns anbeten" i Lo, God is here : let us adore, And own how dreadful is this place ; Let all within us feel His pow r er, And silent bow before His face. 2 Lo, God is here : Him day and night United choirs of angels sing; To Him, enthroned above all height. Let saints their humble worship bring. 3 Lord God of hosts, O may our praise Thv courts with grateful incense fill ; 1 6 OPENING AND CLOSING. Still may we stand before Thy face, Still hear and do Thy sovereign will. Gerhard Tersteegen (1697 — 1769), 17 31. Tr. by Rev. John Wesley (1703 — 1791), 1739. Ab. and alt. 18 19 S. M. ''Ask ivhat I shall give thee" — 1 Kings iii. 5. i Behold the throne of grace ! The promise calls me near ; There Jesus shows a smiling face, And waits to answer prayer. 2 My soul, ask what thou wilt, Thou canst not be too bold ; Since His own blood for thee He split, What else can He withhold ? 3 Thine image, Lord, bestow, Thy presence and Thy love ; I ask to serve Thee here below, And reign with Thee above. 4 Teach me to live by faith, Conform my will to Thine, Let me victorious be in death, And then in glory shine. Rev. John Newton (1725 — 1807), 1779. Ab. S. M. Importunity in prayer. — Luke xviii. 1-7. Our Lord, who knows full well The heart of every saint, Invites us all our griefs to tell, To pray, and never faint. He bows His gracious car, We never plead in vain ; Yet we must wait till He appear, And pray, and pray again. OPENING HYMNS. I 7 3 Jesus, the Lord, will hear His chosen when they cry ; And though He may a while forbear, He'll help them from on high. 4 Then let us earnest be, And never faint in prayer ; He loves our importunity, And makes our cause His care- Rev. John Newton (1725 — 1807), 1779. Ab. and alt. *r\ s.m. k^V "Sweet is the Work." i Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious acts to sing, To praise Thy Name, and hear thy Word, And grateful off 'rings bring. 2 Sweet, at the dawning light, Thy boundless love to tell ; And, when approach the shades of night, Still on the theme to dw 7 ell. 3 Sweet, on this day of rest, To join in heart and voice With those w r ho love and serve Thee best, And in Thy Name rejoice. 4 To songs of praise and joy Be every Sabbath given, That such may be our blest employ Eternally in Heaven. Miss Harriet Auber (1773 — 1862), 1820. Alt. «1 S. M. wl Glory begun. 1 Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known : Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. !5 opening hymns. 2 Let those refuse to sing That never knew our God ; But favorites of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad. 3 The men of grace have found Glory begun below ; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow. 4 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 5 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry ; We're marching thro' Immanuel s ground To fairer worlds on high Rev. Isaac Watts (1674— 1748), 1709. Ad - 22 The Sabbath given to our Fathers.-Ys. lxxxi. 1 Sing to the Lord, our Might, With holy fervor sing ; Let hearts and instruments unite To praise our heavenly King- 2 This is His holy house, And this His festal day, When He accepts the humblest vows That we sincerely pay. 3 The Sabbath to our sires In mercy first was given ; The Church her Sabbaths still requires To speed her on to Heaven. CLOSING HYMNS. 1 9 We still, like them of old, Are in the wilderness ; And God is still as near His fold, To pity and to bless, Then let us open wide Our hearts for Him to fill ; And He that Israel then supplied, Will help His Israel still. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793 — 1847), z 834» 7. Asking of God, — 1 Kings iii. 5. 23 1 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, Jesus loves to answer prayer ; Thou art coming to a King, Large petitions with thee bring. 2 With my burden I begin, Lord, remove this load of sin ; Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt, Set my conscience free from guilt. 3 Lord, I come to Thee for rest, Take possession of my breast ; There Thy bood-bought right maintain, And without a rival reign. 4 While I am a pilgrim here. Let Thy love my spirit cheer ; As my Guide, my Guard, My Friend, Lead me to my journey's end. 5 Show me what I have to do, Every hour my strength renew ; Let me live a life of faith, Let me die Thy people's death. Rev. John Newton (1725 — 1S07), 1779. Ab. 24 OPENING AND CLOSING. 7. The fading LigJit. i Softly now the light of day Fades upon my sight away ; Free from care, from labor free, Lord, I would commune with Thee. 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye Naught escapes, without, within, Pardon each infirmity, Open fault, and secret sin. 3 Soon, for me, the light of day Shall forever pass away : Then, from sin and sorrow free, Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee. 4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known All of man's infirmity; Then, from Thine eternal throne, Jesus, look with pitying eye. Bp. George Washington Doane (1799 — 1859), 1824. 7. For the coming week. — Ps. lxxiii. 24. 25 1 Through the passing of the week, Father, we Th}^ presence seek : 'Midst this world's deceitful maze Keep us, Lord, in all our ways. 2 O, what snares our path beset ! O, what cares our spirits fret ! Let no earthly thing, we pray, Draw our souls from Thee away. 3 Thou hast set our daily task, Grace and strength from Thee we ask ; Thou our joys and griefs dost send, To Thy will our spirits bend. 26 OPENING HYMNS. 21 Still in duty's lowly round Be our patient footsteps found : With Thy counsel guide us here, Till in glory we appear. Bp. "William Walsham How (1823— ), 1872. Ab. Seeking after God. — Jer. xxix, 13. Lord, we come before Thee now, At Thy feet we humbly bow ; Oh do not our suit disdain, Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain ? 2 Lord, on Thee our souls depend, In compassion, now descend ; Fill our hearts with Thy rich grace, Tune our lips to sing Thy praise. 3 In Thine own appointed way, Now we seek Thee, here we stay : Lord, we know not how to go, Till a blessing Thou bestow. 4 Send some message from Thy word, That ma}' joy and peace afford ; Let Thy Spirit now impart Full salvation to each heart. Comfort those who weep and mourn, Let the time of joy return ; Heal the sick, the captive free, Let us all rejoice in Thee. Rev. William Hammond ( — 1 7%3), !745. Ab. 22 OPENING HYMNS. fsm 8. 5.8. 5.8.4 3. k^ | Praise above, below. Ri£v. iv. n. i Angel voices, ever singing Round Thy throne of light— Angel harps, forever ringing, Rest not day nor night Thousands only live to bless Thee, And confess Thee, Lord of might ! Thou, Who art beyond the farthest Mortal eye can scan, Can it be that Thou regardest Songs of sinful man ? Can we feel that Thou art near us, And wilt hear us ? Yea, we can. Yea, we know Thy love rejoices O'er each work of Thine ; Thou didst ears and hands and voices For thy praise combine ; Craftman's art and music's measure For Thy pleasure Didst design. Here, Great God, to-day we offer Of Thine own to Thee ; And for Thine acceptance proffer, All unworthily, Hearts and minds, and hands and voices, In our choicest Melody, OPENING AND CLOSING. 2$ Honor, glory, might and merit, Thine shall ever be, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, Blessed Trinity ! Of the best that Thou hast given Earth and Heaven Render Thee. Rev. Francis Pott. (1832— )* 1861. L. M. The Lord watch between us. Gen. xxxi. 49. 28 i God be with you till we meet again ; By His counsels, guide, uphold you. With His sheep securely fold you, God be with you till we meet again. Till we meet, Till we meet, Till we meet at Jesus' feet ; Till we meet, Till we meet, God be with you till we meet again. 2 God be with you till we meet again, 'Neath His wings securely hide you ; Daily manna still divide you, God be with you till we meet again. -Cho. 3 God be with you till we meet again, When life's perils thick confound you , Put His arms unfailing round you, God be with you till we meet again. -Cho. 4 God be with you till we meet again, Keep love's banner floating o'er you, Smite death's threatening wave before you, God be with vou till we meet again. -Cho. Rct. J. K. Rankin. 24 MORNING AND EVENING. 9Q L. M. falw Morning Hymn. i Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who, all night long, unwearied sing High praise to the eternal King. 3 All praise to Thee who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me whilst I slept ; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake. 4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew ; Disperse my sins as morning dew ; Guide my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill. 5 Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say : That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite. Bp. Thomas Ken (1637 — 1711), 1697, 1709. Ab. QA L. M. ^ \J Even 1 ftg Hytn n . i All praise to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light : Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. MORNING AND EVENING. 25 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; To die, that this vile body may Rise glorious at the awful day. 4 O may my soul on Thee repose, And may sweet sleep my eyelids close ; Sleep, that shall me more vigorous make, To serve my God when I awake. 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply, Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest. 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ; Praise Him, all creatures here below ; Praise Him above, ye Heavenly host ; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Bp, Thomas Ken. 1697, 1709. Ab. 01 L. M OX "Splendor pater hcp gloria?* i O Jesus, Lord of light and grace, Thou brightness of the Father's face, Thou fountain of eternal light, Whose beams disperse the shades of night. 2 Come, Holy Sun of heavenly love, Come in Thy radiance from above, And to our inward hearts convey The Holy Spirit's cloudless ray. 3 May He our actions deign to bless, And loose the bonds of wickedness ; 26 MORNING AND EVENING. From sudden falls our feet defend, And guide us safely to the end. 4 O hallowed thus be every day ; Let meekness be our morning ray, Our faith like noontide splendor glow, Our souls the twilight never know. •Ambrose of Milan (340 — 397). Tr. by Rev. John Chandler (i3o6— 1676), 1837. Ab. and alt. QO L. M. Otal "Abide with 11s." — Luke xxiv. 29. i Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near : O may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's breast. 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. 4 If some poor wandering child of Thine Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine ; Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; Let him no more lie down in sin. 5 Watch by the sick ; enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store ; Be every mourner's sleep to-night, Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. 6 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take : Till, in the ocean of Thy love, We lose ourselves in Heaven above. Rev. John Ki-ble (i 7y 2 — 1866), 18C7. Ab. MORNING AND EVENING. 27 on L. M. QQ Evening Praise and Prayer. — Ps. iv. i Thus far the Lord has led me on, Thus far His power prolongs my days ; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of His grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I perhaps am near my home ; But He forgives my follies past, [come. And gives me strength for days to 3 I lay my body down to sleep ; Peace is the pillow for my head, While well-appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed, 4 Faith in His Name forbids ray fear ; O may Thy presence ne'er depart ; And, in the morning, make me hear The love and kindness of Thy heart. 5 Thus, when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground ; And wait Thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in* the sound. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. Ab. ^"~± Evening Blessing. i Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal ; Sin and want we come confessing, Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal. 2 Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrow past us fly, Angel-guards from Thee surround us, We are safe, if Thou art nigh. 3 Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from Thee : 28 EVENING. Thou art He who, never weary, Watchest where Thy people be. 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our tomb, May the morn in Heaven awake us, Clad in light and deathless bloom. James Ecimeston (1791 — 1867), 1820. qc .8- 7. Jj Evening Shadows. i Tarry with me, O my Saviour, For the day is passing by ; See, the shades of evening gather, And the night is drawing nigh. 2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, Paler now the glowing west ; Swift the night of death advances ; Shall it be the night of rest? 3 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying, Lord, I cast myself on Thee ; Tarry with me through the darkness ; While I sleep, still watch by me. 4 Tarry with me, O my Saviour ; Lay my head upon Thy breast Till the morning, then awake me : Morning of eternal rest. Mrs. Caroline Sprague Smith (1827— ), 1855. Ab. op a 7. JIJ An Evening Prayer. i Hear my prayer, O Heavenly Father, Ere I lay me down to sleep : Bid Thine angels, pure and holy, Ronnd my bed their vigil keep. 2 Great my sins are, but Thy mercy Far outweighs them every one ; EVENING. 29 Down before Thy cross I cast them, Trusting in Thy help alcne. 3 Keep me, through this night of peril, Underneath its boundless shade ; Take me to Thy rest, I pray Thee, When ray pilgrimage is made. 4 Xone shall measure out Thy patience By the span of human thought ; Xone shall bound the tender mercies Which Thy holy Son has brought. 5 Pardon all my past transgressions ; Give me strength for days to come ; Guide and guard me with Thy blessing, Till Thine angels bid me home. Miss Harriet Parr, 1856. SI. alt. OF7 11,11,11,5. J / " The. Darkness and the Light are both alike to Thee. " 1 Now God be with us, for the night is closing : The light and darkness are of His disposing, And 'neath His shadow here to rest we yield us, For He will shield us. 2 Let evil thoughts and spirits flee before us ; Till morning cometh, watch, O Master, o'er us ; In soul and body Thou from harm defend us, Thine angels send us. \ We have no refuge ; none on earth to aid us, Save Thee, O Father, who Thine own hast made us ; 30 EVENING. But Thy dear presence will not leave them lonely Who seek Thee only. 4 Father, Thy Name be praised, Thy King- dom given, Thy will be done on earth as 'tis in Heaven, Keep us in life, forgive our sins, deliver Us now and ever. "Bohemian Brethren Collection/' 1531. Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth (1829 — 1878), 1863. Ab. OQ 10. wU " Fast falls the Eventide,''' i Abide with me : fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; Change and decay in all around I see ; O Thou, who changest not, abide with me. 3 I need Thy presence every passing hour : What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power ? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me. EVENING. 31 4 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless ; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitter- ness ; Where is death's sting ? where, grave, thy victory ? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. 5 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes ; Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies ; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee ; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793 — 1847), 1847. Ab, Ow Sunset Prayer. — .Mark i. 32. i At even, ere the sun was set, The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay ; O in what divers pains they met, O with what joy they went away. Once more 'tis eventide, and we, Oppressed with various ills, draw near : What if Thy form we cannot see ? We know and feel that Thou art here. 2 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel, For some are sick, and some are sad, And some have never loved Thee well, And some have lost the love they had ; And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, For none are wholly free from sin : And they who fain would serve Thee best, Are conscious most of wron£ within. 32 EVENING. 3 O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man ; Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried; Thy kind but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shamewould hide; Thy touch has still its ancient power, No word from Thee can fruitless fall ; Hear in this solemn evening hour, And in Thy mercy heal us all. Rev. Henry T wells (1823— ), i863. Ab. TJ"y At Home with God everywhere. i My Lord, how full of sweet content, I pass my years of banishment : Where'er I dwell, I dwell with Thee, In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. To me remains nor place, nor time ; My country is in every clime : I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there. 2 While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none ; But with a God to guide our way, 'Tis equal joy, to go or stay. Could I be cast where Thou art not, That were indeed a dreadful lot ; But regions none remote I call, Secure of finding God in all. Madame J. B. de la Motte Guyon (1648— 171 7), 1702. Tr. by William Cowper (1731 — 1800), 1782. Ab. and alt. A1 7 ' 61 ' TfcA Evening Hymn. i Father, by Thy love and power, Comes again the evening hour ; EVENING. 33 Mght has vanished, labors cease, Weary creatures rest in peace : We to Thee ourselves resign, Let our latest thoughts be Thine. 2 Saviour, to Thy Father bear This our feeble evening prayer ; Thou hast seen how oft to day We, like sheep, have gone astray ; Blessed Saviour, we, through Thee, Pray that we may pardoned be. 3 Holy Spirit, Breath of balm, Fali on us in evening's calm ; Yet awhile, before we sleep, We with Thee will vigil keep. Melt our spirits, mould our will, Soften, strengthen, comfort still. 4 Blessed Trinity, be near Through the hours of darkness drear ; Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Round us set th' angelic host, Till the flood of morning rays Wake us to a song of praise. Prof. Joseph Anstice (1S08 — 1836), 1836. Ab. and alt. *XZ "Thy Word of Peaces i Saviour, again to Thy dear name we raise, With one accord, our parting hymn of praise ; We rise to bless Thee ere our worship cease, Then, lowly kneeling, wait Thy word of peace. 34 EVENING. 2 Grant us Thy peace upon our homeward way ; With Thee began, with Thee shall end the day ; Guard Thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, That in this house have called upon Thy Name. 3 Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the coming night ; Turn Thou for us its darkness into light: From harm and danger keep Thy chil- dren free : Darkness and light are both alike to Thee. 4 Grant us Thy peace throughout our earth- ly life, Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife ; Then, when Thy voice shall bid our con- flict cease, Call us, O Lord, to Thine eternal peace. Rev. John Ellerton (1826— ), 1868. Tf 3 lt TkM Day of 'holy Rest. ' ' i Again returns the day of holy rest, Which, when He made the world Jehovah blest, When, like His own, He bade our labors cease, And all be piety, and all be peace. EVENING AND MORNING. 35 2 Let us devote this consecrated day To learn His will, and all we learn obey ; So shall He hear, when fervently we raise Our supplications and our songs of praise. 3 Father of Heaven, in whom our hopes confide, Whose power defends us, and whose pre- cepts guide, In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, Glory supreme be Thine, till time shall end. Rev. William Mason (1725 — 1797), 1811. A A 7.6. D. JkX " The Day which the Lord hath made." — Ps. cxviii. 24. i O day of rest and gladness, O day of joy and light, O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright : On thee, the high and lowly, Through ages joined in tune, Sing "Holy, holy, holy," To the Great God Triune. 2 On thee, at the creation, The light first had its birth ; On thee, for our salvation, Christ rose from depths of earth ; On thee our Lord, victorious, The Spirit sent from Heaven, And thus on thee, most glorious, A triple light was given. 3 To-day on weary nations The heavenly manna falls ; 36 THE LORD'S DAY. To holy convocations The silver trumpet calls, Where gospel light is glowing With pure and radiant beams And living water flowing With soul-refreshing streams. 4 New graces ever gaining From this our day of rest, We reach the rest remaining To spirits of the blest ; To Holy Ghost be praises, To Father, and to Son ; The Church her voice upraises To thee, blest Three in One. Bp. Christopher Wordsworth (1807— 1885), l862 - Ab - and alt 45 7.6. D. ' Ai> craTdcreu><; 17 ju.epa The Day of Resurrection, Earth, tell it out abroad : The passover of gladness, The passover of God. From death to life eternal, From earth unto the sky, Our Christ hath brought us over, With hymns of victory. Our hearts be pure from evil, That we may see arigjit The Lord in rays eternal Of resurrection -light ; And, listening to His accents, May hear, so calm and plain, His own "All hail ! M and, hearing, May raise the victor-strain. 46 47 THE LORD'S DAY. 37 3 Xow let the heavens be joyful ; Let earth her song begin ; Let the round world keep triumph, And all that is therein ; Invisible and visible, Their notes let all things blend, For Christ the Lord hath risen, Our joy that hath no end. John of Damascus (— c. 7S0.) Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale (1818—1866), 1862. H. M. Sabbath Morning. Welcome, delightful morn, Thou day of sacred rest : I hail thy kind return ; Lord, make these moments blest ; From the low train of mortal toys, I soar to reach immortal joys. Xow may the King descend, And fill his throne of grace ; Thy sceptre, Lord, extend, While saints address Thy face ; Let sinners feel Thy quickening word, And learn to know and fear the Lord. Descend, celestial Dove, With all Thy quickening powers, Make known a Saviour's love, And bless these sacred hours ; Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbaths e'er be spent in vain. Hayward. In John Dobell's Collection, 1&06. SI. alt. H.M. Longing for the House of God.— Ps. Ixzxiv. i Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair 38 THK LORD'S DAY. The dwellings of Thy love, Thine early temples are ! To Thine abode my heart aspires, With warm desires, to see my God. 2 O happy souls, that pray Where God appoints to hear ; O happy men, that pay Their constant service there ! They praise Thee still ; and happy they, That love the way to Zion's hill. 3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in Heaven appears : O glorious seat, when God, our King, Shall thither bring our willing feet ! Rev. Isaac Watts (1674— i74 8 ), i7 l 9- Ab - T"0 " Fading, still fading. i Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining, Father in Heaven, the day is declining, Safety and innocence fly with the light, Temptation and danger walk forth with the night : From the fall of the shade till the morn- ing bells chime, Shield me from danger, save me from crime. Father, have mercy, Father have mercy, Father, have mercy thro' Jesus Christ our l y ord. EVENING. 39 2 Father in Heaven, O hear when we call, Hear for Christ's sake, who is Saviour of all: Feeble and fainting, we trust in Thy might ; In doubting and darkness Thy love be our light ; Let us sleep on thy breast while the night taper burns, Wake in Thy arms when morning returns. Father, have mercy, etc. Unknown Author, 1830. An 7.6i. i >2 "Safely, through another Week." i Safely, through another week, God has brought us on our way ; Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in His courts to-day : || : Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest. :|| 2 While we pray for pardoning grace, Through the dear Redeemer's Name, Show Thy reconciled face, Take away our sin and shame ; From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in Thee. 3 Here we come Thy Name to praise ; May we feel Thy presence near : May Thy glory meet our eyes, While we in Thy house appear : Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast. 50 40 THIC LORD'S DAY. 4 May Thy Gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saints ; Make the fruits of grace abound, Bring relief for all complaints ; Thus may all our Sabbaths prove, Till we join the Church above. Rev. John Newton (1725 — 1807), 1774. 7. 61. 11 The day-spring from on high." — Luke i. 78. Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night : Day-spring from on high, be near, Day-star, in our hearts appear. Dark and cheerless is the morn, Unillumined, Lord, by Thee ; Joyless is the day's return, Till Thy mercy's beams we see ; Lord, Thine inward light impart, Cheering each benighted heart. Visit every soul of Thine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill us, Lord, with light divine, Scatter all our unbelief; More and more Thyself display, Shining to the perfect day. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708— 1788), 1740. Alt. 51 S.P. M. The House of the Lord." — IN. t How pleased and blest was I, To hear the people cry, *' Come, let us seek our God to-day Vis, with a cheerful zeal, THE lord's day. 4t We baste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honors pay. 2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorned with wondrous grace, And walls of strength embrace thee round : In thee our tribes appear, To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 3 There David's greater Son Has fixed His royal throne ; He sits for grace and judgment there ; He bids the saints be glad ; He makes the sinner sad ; And humble souls rejoice wdth fear. 4 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, To bless the soul of every guest : The man that seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase, A thousand blessings on him rest ! 5 My tongue repeats her vows, li Peace to this sacred house !" For there my friends and kindred dwell ; And since my glorious God Makes thee His blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1719. L. M. "From Strength to Strength." — Ps. lxxxiv. i How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, Thy dwellings are : With long desire my spirit faints, To meet the assemblies of Thy saints. 52 42 THE LORD'S DAY. 2 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around Thy throne of majesty ; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 3 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of Thy grace ; There they behold Thy gentler rays, And seek Thy face, and learn Thy praise. 4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate ; God is their strength, and, thro' the road, They lean upon their Helper, God. 5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in Heaven at length ; Till all before Thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1719. Ab. PQ L. M ijv) The Church the Birth-place of Souls. — Ps. lxxxvii. i God ill His earthly temple lays Foundations for His heav'nly praise ; He likes the tents of Jacob well, But still in Zion loves to dwell. 2 His mercy visits every house That pays its night and morning vows ; But makes a more delightful stay Where churches meet to praise and pray. 3 What glories were described of old, What wonders are of Zion told ! Thou City of our God below, Thy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know. THE LORD'S DAY. 43 4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew, Shall then begin their lives anew ; Angels, and men shall join to sing The hill where living waters spring. 5 When God makes up His last account Of natives in His holy mount, Twill be an honor to appear As one new-born or nourished there. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719. gi Millions of Worshippers. i Millions within Thy courts have met, Millions this day before Thee bowed ; Their faces»Zion-ward were set, Vows with their lips to Thee they vowed. 2 Soon as the light of morning broke O'er island, continent, or deep, Thy far spread family awoke, Sabbath all round the world to keep. 3 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, Hath failed this day some suit to gain ; To those in trouble Thou wert nigh ; • Not one hath sought Thy face in vain. 4 Yet one prayer more, and be it one, In which both Heaven and earth accord : Fulfil Thy promise to Thy Son ; Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord. James Montgomery (1771 — 185 \). 1853. Ab. and si. alt. WW The Lord's Day welcomed. i Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise ; Welcome to this reviving breast* And these rejoicing eyes. 44 THE LORD'S DAY. 2 The King Himself comes near, And feasts His saints to-day ; Here we may sit, and see Him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasure and of sin. 4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, And sit, and sing herself away To everlasting bliss. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. SI. alt 56 S. M. Our Redeemer worshipped. i How charming is the place, Where my Redeemer. God Unveils the beauties of His face, And sheds His love abroad. 2 Here, on the Mercy-seat, With radiant glory crowned, Our joyful eyes behold Him sit, And smile on all around. 3 To Him their prayers and cries Each humble soul presents : He listens to their broken sighs, And grants them all their wants. 4 To them His sovereign will He graciously imparts ; And in return accepts, with smiles, The tribute of their hearts. THE lord's day. 45 5 Give ine, O Lord, a place Within Thy blest abode, Among the children of Thy grace, The servants of my God. Rev. Samuel Stennett (1727 — 1795), 1787. Ab. rw s. m. I " Stand up , and bless the Lord.'" — Neh. ix. 5. i Stand up, and bless the Lord, Ye people of His choice : Stand up and bless the Lord, your God, With heart, and soul, and voice. 2 O for the living flame, From His own altar brought, To touch our lips, our minds inspire, And wing to Heaven our thought. 3 God is our strength and song, And His salvation ours ; Then be His love in Christ proclaimed With all our ransomed powers. 4 Stand up, and bless the Lord, The Lord your God adore ; Stand up, and bless His glorious Name, Henceforth for evermore. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1825. Ab 00 " At Homer i 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, How sweet to the soul is communion with saints ; To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home ? 46 THE lord's day. Home, home, sweet, sweet home ; Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. 2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace ! And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease ! Though oft from Thy presence in sadness I roam, I long to behold Thee in glory, at home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, etc. 3 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, O give me submission, and strength as my day ; In all my afflictions to Thee would I come, Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, etc. 4 Whate'er Thou deniest, O give me Thy grace, The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of Thy face ; Endue me with patience to wait at Thy throne, And find, even now, a sweet foretaste of home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, etc. 5 I long, dearest Lord, in Thy beauties to shine ; No more as an exile in sorrow to pine ; And in Thy dear image arise from the tomb, THE LORD'S day. 47 With glorified millions to praise Thee at home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, etc. Rev. David Denham (1791— 1848), 1826. Ab. L. M. " Let us worship and bozo down." — Ps 59 1 O come, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our Almighty King ; For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation's Rock we praise. 2 Into His presence let us haste, To thank Him for His favors past ; To Him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to His Name belongs. 3 O let us to His courts repair, And bow with admiration there ; Down on our knees devoutly all Before the Lord our Maker fall. Tate and Brady, 1696. Ab. 60 L. M. The Eternal Sabbath. — Hf.b. iv. 9. Think earthly Sabbaths, Lord we love ; But there's a nobler rest above ; To that our laboring souls aspire With ardent hope and strong desire. Xo more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach the place ; No groans to mingle with the songs Which warble from immortal tongues. No rude alarms of raging foes ; No cares to break the long repose ; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 48 PRAISE TO GOD. 4 O long-expected day, begin ; Dawn on these realms of woe and sin : Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death, to rest with God. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702— 1751), 1755. Ab. and alt 61 C. M. " 1 7vas glad." — Ps. cxxii. i How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, ||: 4 ' In Zionlet us all appear, :|| And keep the solemn day !" 2 I love her gates, I love the road ; The Church, adorned with grace, Stands like a palace built for God, To show His milder face. 3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair ; The Son of David holds His throne, And sits in judgment there. 4 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest ; With holy gifts and heavenly grace, Be her attendants blest. 5 My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains ; There my best friends, my kindred dwell, There God, my Saviour, reigns. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1719. Ab. 62 7. 6. D. Ps. cl. Praise the Lord, who reigns above, And keeps His courts below ; PRAISE TO GOD. 49 Praise the holy God of love, And all His greatness show : ' Praise Him for His noble deeds : Praise Him for His matchless power : Him, from whom all good proceeds, Let earth and heaven adore. Publish, spread, to all around The great Immanuel's name ; Let the trumpet's martial sound Him, Lord of Hosts, proclaim : Praise Him, every tuneful string, All the reach of heavenly art, All the powers of music bring, — The music of the heart. Him, in whom they move and live, Let every creature sing ; Glory to their Maker give, And homage to their King : Hallowed be His name beneath ; As in Heaven, in earth adored ; Praise the Lord in every breath ; Let all things praise the Lord. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708 — 1788), 1743. L. M. Grateful Adoration. — Ps. c. i Before Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and He destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And when, like wand' ring sheep, we strayed, He brought us to His fold again. 63 50 PRAISE TO GOD. 3 We are His people, we His care, Our souls and all our mortal frame : What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to Thy Name ? 4 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth with her ten thousand tongues, Shall . fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy love ; Firm as a rock' Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease'to move. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674— 1748), 1719. Ab. and alt. Rev. John Wesley (1703 — 1791), I74 1 - 64 " Sing to the Lord. ' '— Ps. c . i All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice : Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell, Come ye before Him, and rejoice. 2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed, Without our aid He did us make : We are His flock, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take. 3 O enter then His gates with praise, A pproach with joy His courts un to Praise , laud, and bless His Name always For it is seemly so to do. 4 For why ? the Lord our God is good, His mercv is forever sure : PRAISE TO GOD. ci His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure. Rev. William Kethe, 1561. fi^ .. „ L - M - \J\J Praise Him, all ye People.' '— Ps. cxvii. 1 From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise : Let the Redeemer's Name be sung Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord • Eternal truth attends Thy Word ; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore Till suns shall rise and set no more. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719. R£ „. L - m. UU The Pillars of Cloud and Fire. -Ex. xiii. 21. 1 When Israel, of the Lord beloved Out from the land of bondage came Her fathers' God before her moved An awful guide, in smoke and flame. 2 By day, along th' astonished lands The cloudy pillar glided slow ; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow. 3 Thus present still, though now unseen O Lord, when shines the prosperous da v Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen " To temper the deceitful ray. 4 And O, when gathers on our path In shade and storm, the frequent night J*e thou long-suffering, slow to wrath A burning and a shining light Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832). l8ao . Ab. and alt. 52 PRAISE TO GOD. £7 S. P. M. W I The Majesty and Might of God.— Ps. xciii. i The Lord Jehovah reigns, And royal state maintains, His head with awful glories crowned : Arrayed in robes of light, Begirt with sov' reign might, And rays of majesty around. 2 Upheld by Thy commands, The world securely stands, And skies and stars obey Thy word : Thy throne was fixed on high Before the starry sky : Eternal is Thy Kingdom, Lord. 3 Let floods and nations rage, And all their powers engage ; Let swelling tides assault the sky : The terrors of Thy frown Shall beat their madness down ; Thy throne for ever stands on high. 4 Thy promises are true, Thy grace is ever new ; There fixed, Thy church shall ne'er remove: Thy saints with holy fear Shall in Thy courts appear, And sing Thine everlasting love. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 174S), 1719. nn l. m. UU Providence and Grace. — Ps. xxxvi. 5 — 9. 1 High in the heavens, eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines ; Thy truth shall break thro 1 every cloud That veils and darkens Thy designs. PRAISE TO GOD. 5 $ 2 Forever firm Thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep ; Wise are the wonders of Thy hands ; Thy judgments are a mighty deep.' 3 My God, how excellent Thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort springs ; The sons of Adam in distress Fly to the shadow of Thy wings. 4 Life, like a fountain rich and free, Springs from the presence of my Lord ; And in Thy light our souls shall see The glories promised in Thy Word. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719. Ab. £Q L- M. Ww God's Glory and Nearness to us.— Acts xvii. 24—28. 1 Lord of all being ; throned afar, Thy glory flames from sun and star ; Centre and soul of every sphere, Yet to each loving heart how near. 2 Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day ; Star of our hope, Thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night. 3 Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn ; Our noontide is Thy gracious dawn ; Our rainbow arch Thy mercy's sign ; All, save the clouds of sin, are Thine. 4 Lord of all life, below, above, Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love, Before Thy ever-blazing throne We ask no lustre of our own 54 PRAISE TO GOD. 5 Grant us Thy truth to make us free, And kindling hearts that burn for Thee, Till all Thy living altars claim One holy light, one heavenly flame. Oliver Wendell Holmes (1S09— ), 1848. r7ft L. M. 4 U Bless the Lord."—Ps. ciii. i Bless, O my soul, the Living God, Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad ; Let all the powers within me join In work and w 7 orship so divine. 2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace ; His favors claim thy highest praise ; Why should the wonders He hath wrought Be lost in silence and forgot ? 3 'Tis He, my soul, that sent His Son To die for crimes which thou hast done ; He owns the ransom, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives. 4 Let the whole earth His power confess ; Let the whole earth adore His grace ; The Gentile with the Jew shall join In work and worship so divine. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1719. Ab. m l. m. 1 X The Majesty and Mercy of God. — Ps. lxviii. i Kingdoms and thrones to God belong ; Crown Him, ye nations, in your song ; His wondrous names and powers rehearse ; His honors shall enrich your verse. 2 He shakes the heavens with loud alarms ; How terrible is God in arms ! In Israel are His mercies known, Israel is His peculiar throne. PRAISE to GOD. 55 3 Proclaim Him King, pronounce Him blest ; He's your defence, your joy, your rest ; When terrors rise, and nations faint, God is the strength of every saint. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719. fJA L. M. / 4l Wonders of Creation and Grace. — Ps. cxxxvi. i Give to our God immortal praise ; Mercy and truth are all His ways : Wonders of grace to God belong ; Repeat His mercies in your song. 2 He built the earth, He spread the sky, And fixed the starry lights on high : Wonders of grace to God belong ; Repeat His mercies in your song. 3 He sent His Son with power to save, From guilt, and darkness, and the grave : Wonders of grace to God belong ; Repeat His mercies in your song. 4 Thro' this vain world He guides our feet, And leads us to His heavenly seat : His mercies ever shall endure, When this vain world shall be no more. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719. Ab. no L - M - 4 Guiding- and Guarding. — Ps. cvii. 1 Give thanks to God ; He reigns above ; Kind are his thoughts, His Name is Love ; His mercy ages past have known, And ages long to come shall own. 2 Let the redeemed of the Lord The wonders of His irrace record ; 74 56 PRAISE TO GOD. Israel, the nation whom He chose, And rescued from their mighty foes. 3 He feeds and clothes us all the way, He guides our footsteps lest we stray : He guards us with a powerful hand, And brings us to the heavenly land. 4 O let the saints with joy record The truth and goodness of the Lord ; How great His works! how kind His ways! Let every tongue pronounce His praise. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1719. Ab. 7. The Condescension of God. — Ps. cxiii. i Haixklujah, raise, O raise To our God the song of praise. All his servants, join to sing God our Saviour and our King. 2 Blessed be for evermore That dread Name which we adore : O'er all nations God alone, Higher than the heavens His throne. 3 Yet to view the heavens He bends ; Yea, to earth He condescends ; Passing by the rich and great, For the low and desolate. 4 He can raise the poor to stand With the princes of the land ; Wealth upon the needy shower ; vSet the meanest high in power. 5 He the broken spirit cheers. Turns to joy the mourner's tears PRAISK TO GOD. 57 Such the wonders of His ways : Praise His Name, forever praise. Josiah Conder (1789 — 1855), 1836 Ab. /0 Redeeming i Sweet the time, exceeding sweet, When the saints together meet ; When the Saviour is the theme, When they join to sing of Him. 2 Sing we then eternal love, Such as did the Father move : He beheld the world undone, Loved the world, and gave His Son. 3 Sing the Son's amazing love : How he left the realms above, Took our nature and our place, Live and died to save our race. 4 Sing we, too, the Spirit's love : With our wretched hearts He strove, Took the things of Christ and showed How to reach His blest abode. Rev. George Burder (1752 — 1832), 1779. Ab. and alt. / O "Songs of Praise." — Job xxxviii. 7. i Songs of praise the angels sang, Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, When He spake, and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of Peace was born ; Songs of praise arose, when He Captive led captivity. 58 PRAISE TO GOD. 3 Heaven and earth must pass away, Songs of praise shall crown that day ; God will make new heavens, new earth, Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 4 Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice ; Learning here, by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above. 5 Borne upon their latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death ; Then, amidst eternal joy, Songs of praise their powers employ. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1819, 1853. Ab. 77 Mercies that never fail. i Holy, holy, holy Lord, Be Thy glorious Name adored : Lord, Thy mercies never fail ; Hail celestial Goodness, hail ! 2 Though unworthy, Lord, Thine ear Deign our humble songs to hear ; Purer praise we hope to bring, When around Thy throne we sing. 3 While on earth ordained to stay, Guide our footsteps in Thy way, Till we come to dwell w T ith Thee, Till we all Thy glory see. 4 Then, with angel-harps, again We will wake a nobler strain ; There, in joyful songs of praise, Our triumphant voices raise. GOD'S ETERNITY. 59 5 Lord, Thy mercies never fail : Hail, celestial Goodness, hail ! Holy, holy, holy, Lord, Be Thy glorious Name adored. Rev. Benjamin Williams, 1778. Ab. /Q "Te Denm laudamus." i God eternal, Lord of all, Lowly at Thy feet we fall : All the earth doth worship Thee, We amidst the throng would be. 2 All the holy angels cry, Hail, thrice holy, God most High : Lord of all the heavenly powers, Be the same loud anthem ours. 3 God eternal, mighty King, Unto Thee our praise we bring : Seated on Thy judgment-throne, Number us among Thine own. Rev. James Elwin Millard, 1848. Ab. and alt. C. M. God infinite and eternal. Great God, how infinite art Thou, What worthless worms are w r e : Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to Thee. Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere seas or stars were made ; Thou art the ever-living God, Were all the nations dead. Eternity, with all its years. Stands present in Thy view ; To Thee there's nothing old appears, Great God, there's nothing n 79 6o GOD'S ETERNITY. 4 Our lives thro' various scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares ; While Thine eternal thought moves on Thine undisturbed affairs. 5 Great God, how infinite art Thou, What worthless worms are we ; Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to Thee. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. Ab. on CM O w Fea red and loved. i My God, how wonderful thou art, Thy majesty how bright, How beautiful Thy Mercy-seat In depths of burning light. 2 How dread are Thine eternal years, O Everlasting Lord ; By prostrate spirits day and night Incessantly adored. 3 O how I fear Thee, living God, With deepest, tenderest fears, And worship Thee with trembling hope, And penitential tears. 4 Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord, Almighty as Thou art ; For Thou hast stooped to ask of me The love of my poor heart. 5 No earthly father loves like Thee, No mother half so mild Bears and forbears, as Thou hast done With me, Thy sinful child. GOD'S ETERNITY AND GOODNESS. 6l 6 Father of Jesus, love's reward, What rapture will it be, Prostrate before Thy throne to lie, And gaze, and gaze on thee. Rev. Frederick William Faber (1814— 1S63), 1849. Ab. Q1 c - M - QX God our Help, and Surely. — Ps xc. i O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come ; Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home : 2 Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure ; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. .•» Before the hills in order stood, Our earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 A thousand ages, in Thy sight, Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night v Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 6 O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come. Be Thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. Rev [saac Watts, 1719. Ab. and si. alt 62 CHRIST WELCOMED. on c. m. 04 The constant Goodness of God. — Ps. cxxxix. i Jehovah, God, Thy gracious power On ev'ry hand we see ; O may the blessings of each hour L,ead all our thoughts to Thee. 2 If on the wings of morn we speed To earth's remotest bound, Thy hand will there are footsteps lead, Thy love our path surround. 3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps, And reaches to the skies ; Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, Thy goodness never dies. 4 From morn till noon, till latest eve, Thy hand, O God, we see ; And all the blessings we receive, Proceed alone from Thee. 5 In all the changing scenes of time, On Thee our hopes depend ; Through every age, in every clime, Our Father, and our Friend. Rev. John Thomson (1732-1818), 1810. SI. alt. 83 C. M. D. Song of the Angels.— I^uke ii. 7 — 15. While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. " Fear not," said he, for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind ; " Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you, and all mankind. CHRIST WELCOMED. 63 2 " To you, in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : The Heavenly Babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid." 3 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels, praising God, and thus Addressed their joyful song : "All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace ; Good-will henceforth from Heaven to men Begin, and never cease." Nahum Tate (1652 — 1715), 1703- QA CM. 51. O 1 " Hark, the glad Sound." — Is. lxi. i Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long ; Let every heart prepare a throne, || : And every voice a song. :|| 2 He comes, the prisoners to release In Satan's bondage held ; The gates of brass before Him burst, The iron fetters yield. 3 He comes from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray, And on the eyeballs of the blind To pour celestial day. 4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, 64 CHRIST WELCOMED. And with the treasures of His grace To enrich the humble poor. 5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim, And Heaven's eternal arches ring With Thy beloved Name. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702 — 1751), 1735. or C. M. 51. Ow The Mess ia h's Co m ing and King do m . — I s . i x . 1 — 7 . i The race that long in darkness pined Have seen a glorious Light ; The people dwell in day, who dwelt ||: In death's surrounding night. :|| 2 To hail Thy rise, Thou better Sun, The gathering nations come, Joyous as when the reapers bear The harvest-treasures home. 3 To us a Child of Hope is born, To us a Son is given ; Him shall the tribes of earth obey, Him all the hosts of Heaven. 4 His Name shall be the Prince of Peace Forevermore adored, The Wonderful, the Counsellor, The great and mighty Lord. 5 His power increasing still shall spread ; His reign no end shall know ; Justice shall guard His throne above, And peace abound below. Rev. John Morrison (1749 — 179S), 177. \ ■. 86 CHRIST WELCOMED. 65 7. D. "The Hera Id A ngels . ' ' i Hark, the herald angels sing, k ' Glory to the new-born King ! Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled !" Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies ; |: Universal nature say, 11 Christ the Lord is born to-day." :|| > Christ, by highest Heaven adored ! Christ, the everlasting Lord ! Late in time behold Him come, Offspring of a Virgin's womb ! Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, Hail, the incarnate Deity ! Pleased as man with men to dwell Jesus, our Immanuel. \ Hail, the heavenly Prince of Peace ! Hail, the Sun of Righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings. Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708— 1788), 1739. Ab. and alt. 87 7. D. 1 He has come.' He has come, the Christ of God ; Left for us His glad abode ; Stooping from His throne of bliss, To this darksome wilderness ! He has come, the Prince of Peace ; 66 CHRIST WELCOMED. Come to bid our sorrows cease ; Come to scatter, with His light, All the shadows of our night. 2 He, the mighty King, has come, Making this poor earth His home ; Come to bear our sin's sad load, Son of David, Son of God. He has come, whose Name of grace Speaks deliverance to our race ; Left for us His glad abode, Son of Mary, Son of God. 3 Unto us a child is born ; Ne'er has earth beheld a morn Out of all the morns of time Half so glorious in its prime. Unto us a Son is given ; He has come from God's own Heaven, Bringing with Him from above Holy peace, and holy love. Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808 — 1889), 1057. SI. alt. 88 P. M. "Adcste Fideles." i Comk, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant, To Bethlehem hasten now with glad accord ; Come, and behold him Born, the King of angels, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. 2 Sing, choirs of angels, Sing in exultation, CHRIST WELCOMED. 67 Through Heaven's high arches be your praises poured ; Now to our God be Glory in the highest : O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. 3 Yea, Lord, we bless Thee, Born for our salvation ; Jesus, forever be Thy Name adored ; Word of the Father, Now in flesh appearing : O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. Unknown Author, of uncertain date. Tr. by Rev. Frederick Oakeley (1802— 1880), 1841. Ab. and alt. QQ CM. QsJ "Joy to the World.''' 1 — Ps. xcviii. i Joy to the world, the Lord is come : Let earth receive her King ; Let every heart prepare Him room, And Heaven and nature sing. 2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns : Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow Xor thorns infest the ground : He comes to make His blessings flow 7 Far as the curse is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness, And wonders of His love. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1740), 1709. 68 CHRIST'S REIGX. Qfi CM \JV The Lord reigneth." — Ps. xcv ; . i Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, Ye tribes of every tongue : His new discovered grace demands A new and nobler song. 2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns, God's own almighty Son ; His power the sinking world sustains, And grace surrounds His throne. 3 Behold He comes, He comes to bless The nations as their God ; To show the world His righteousness, And send His truth abroad. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 174S), 1719. Ab. Q1 R M - ^J, " Shout the glad Tidings " Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing, Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King ! 1 Zion the marvelous story be telling, The Son of the highest, how lowly His birth, The brighest archangel in glory excel- ling, He vStoops to redeem thee, He reigns upon earth. Shout the glad tidings, etc. 2 Tell how He cometh ; from nation to nation, The heart-cheering news, let the earth echo round ; How free to the faithful He offers salva- tion, CHRIST'S REIGN. 69 How His people with joy everlasting are crowned. Shout the glad tidings, etc. 3 Mortals, your homage be gratefully bring- ing, And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise ; Ye angels, the full hallelujah be singing ; One chorus resound through the earth and the skies. Shout the glad tidings, etc. Rev, William Augustus Muhlenberg, (1796 — 1877, 1826.) Q9 11. 10. yjtj "Brightest and Best:' i Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid : Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining, Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. 3 Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devo- tion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine, Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine? 93 70 CHRIST IN THE MAXGKR. 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation ; Vainly with gifts would His favor secure : Richer by far is the heart's adoration ; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. Bp. Reginald Heber (1783— 1826), 1811. 7. 7. 8. 8. 7. 7. " Crowned with Glory." — Heb. ii. 19. Who is He in yonder stall, At whose feet the shepherds fall ? 'Tis the Lord ! O wondrous story ! 'Tis the Lord, the King of glory ! At His feet we humbly fall ; Crown Him, crown Him, Lord of all ! Who is He in deep distress, Fasting in the wilderness ? 'Tis the Lord ! O wondrous story ! 'Tis the Lord, the King of glory ! At His feet we humbly fall ; Crown Him, crown Him, Lord of all ! Who is He that stands and weeps At the grave where Lazarus sleeps ? 'Tis the Lord ! O wondrous story ! 'Tis the Lord ! the King of glory ! At His feet we humbly fall ; Crown Him, crown Him, Lord of all ' CHRIST IX THE MANGER. "I 4 Lo, at midnight, who is He Prays in dark Gethsemane ? 'Tis the Lord ! O wondrous story ! 'Tis the Lord, the King of glory ! At His feet we humbly fall ; Crown Him, crown Him, Lord of all ! 5 On the cross, lo ! who is He Sheds His precious blood for me ? 'Tis the Lord ! O wondrous story ! 'Tis the Lord, the King of glory ! At His feet we humbly fall ; Crown Him, crown Him, Lord of all ! 6 Who is He that from the grave Comes to heal and help and save ? 'Tis the Lord ! O wondrous story ! 'Tis the Lord, the King of glory ! At His feet we humbly fall ; Crown Him, crown Him, Lord of all ! 7 Who is He that on yon throne Reigns as King of kings alone ? 'Tis the Lord ! O wondrous story ! 'Tis the Lord, the King of glory ! At His feet we humbly fall ; Crown Him, crown Him, Lord of all ! Rev. Benjamin Russell Hanby (1833 — 1867), 1866. Ab. and alt, 94 8. 7. 4. "Good Tidings of great Joy. — Luke ii. 10 Angels, from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth, Ye who sang creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth : || : Come and worship, :|| Worship Christ, the new-born King, 72 THE GOOD TIDINGS. 2 Shepherds, in the field abiding, Watching o'er your flocks by night, God with man is now residing ; Yonder shines the infant-light. Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born King. 3 Sages, leave your contemplations, Brighter visions beam afar ; Seek the great Desire of nations ; Ye have seen His natal star ; Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born King. 4 Saints before the altar bending, Watching long in hope and fear, Suddenly the Lord, descending, In His temple shall appear : Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born King. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), *% l 9, J 825. Ab. and alt. 8. 7. 4. Ch risV s Co m ing . 95 1 Jesus came, the Heavens adoring, Came with peace from realms on high Jesus came for man's redemption, Lowly came on earth to die : Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! Came in deep humility. 2 Jesus comes to hearts rejoicing, Bringing news of sins forgiven ; Jesus comes in sounds of gladness, Leading souls redeemed to Heaven : Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! Now the eate of death is riven. THE GOOD TIDINGS. 3 Jesus comes in joy and sorrow, Shares alike our hopes and fears ; Jesus conies whate'er befalls us, Glads our hearts, and dries our tears : Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! Cheering e'en our failing years. 4 Jesus comes on clouds triumphant, When the heavens shall pass away ; ' Jesus comes again in glory : Let us then our homage pay, Hallelujah ! ever singing, Till the dawn of endless day. Rev. Godfrey Thring (1823— ), 1866. Ab \JW " Leading- onward* 1 — Matt. ii. 10. i As with gladness men of old Did the guiding star behold ; As with joy they hailed its light, Leading onward, beaming bright ; So, most gracious Lord, may we Evermore be led to Thee. 2 As with joyful steps they sped To that lowly manger-bed, There to bend the knee before Him whom heaven and earth adore ; So may we with willing feet Ever seek the Mercy-seat. 3 As they offered gifts most rare At that manger rude and bare ; So may w r e with holy joy, Pure, and free from sin's alloy, All our costliest treasures bring, Christ, to Thee, our heavenly King. 74 THE GUIDING STAR. 4 Holy Jesus, every day Keep us in the narrow way ; And, when earthly things are past, Bring our ransomed souls at last Where they need no star to guide, Where no clouds Thy glory hide. 5 In the heavenly country bright, Need they no created light ; Thou its Light, its Joy, its Crown, Thou its Sun, which goes not down : There forever may we sing Alleluias to our King. William Chatterton Dix (1837— ), i860, QW 8. 3. 3. 6. D. yj { " Good tidings of grea t joy. ' ' i Aix my heart this night rejoices, As I hear, Far and near, Sweetest angel voices ; ' ' Christ is born, ' ' their choirs are singing. Till the air Everywhere Now with joy is ringing. 2 Hark, a Voice from yonder manger, Soft and sweet, Doth entreat, " Flee from woe and danger ; Brethren, come ; from all that grieves you You are freed ; All you need I will surely give you." 3 Come then, let us hasten yonder ; Here let all, AT BETHUHKM. 75 Great and small, Kneel in awe and wonder ; Love Him who with love is yearning ; Hail the star That from far Bright with hope is burning. 4 Ye who pine in weary sadness, Weep no more, For the door Now is found of gladness : Cling to Him, for He will guide you Where no cross, Pain or loss, Can again betide you. 5 Hither come, ye heavy-hearted, Who for sin, Deep within, Long and sore have smarted : For the poisoned wounds you're feeling, Help is near, One is here Mighty for their healing. 5 Hither come, ye poor and wretched ; Know His will Is to fill Every hand outstretched ; Here are riches without measure ; Here forget All regret, Fill your heart with treasure. 7 Blessed Saviour, let me find Thee ; Keep Thou me 76 CHRIST ADORED. Close to Thee, Cast me not behind Thee : Life of Life, my heart Thou stillest, Calm I rest On Thy breast, All this void Thou fillest. 8 Heedfully my Lord I'll cherish, Live to Thee, And with Thee Dying, shall not perish ; But shall dwell with Thee forever, Far on high, In the joy That can alter never. Rev. Paul Gerhardt (1607 — 1676), 1656. Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth (1827— 1878), 1858. Ab. QQ 8 7 \jQ " Those holy Voices." i Hark ! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies ? Lo, the angelic host rejoices ; Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 2 Listen to the wondrous story, Which they chant in hymns of joy : %t Glory in the highest, glory, Glory be to God most high. 3 " Peace on earth, good- will from Heaven, Reaching far as man is found ; Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven, Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4 " Christ is born, the great Anointed ; Heaven and earth His glory sing : CHRIST ADORED. 7? Glad receive whom God appointed For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 " Hasten, mortals, to adore Him ; Learn His Name and taste His joy : Till in Heaven you sing before Him, 44 Glory be to God most high." Rev. John Cavvood (1775 — 1852), 1819. Ab QQ 8 - 7 - \J\J Desired of all Nations. i Come, Thou long-expected Jesus, Born to set Thy people free : From our fears and sins release us, Let us find our rest in Thee. 2 Israel's Strength and Consolation, Hope of all the earth Thou art ; Dear Desire of every nation, Joy of every longing heart. 3 Born Thy people to deliver, Born a Child, and yet a King, Born to reign in us forever, Now Thy gracious Kingdom bring. f By Thine own eternal Spirit, Rule in all our hearts alone ; By Thine all-sufficient merit, Raise us to Thy Glorious throne. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708—1788), 1744 lUU " The Brightness of His Glory."— -Heb. i. 3. i Brightness of the Father's glory, Shall Thy praise unuttered lie ? Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence, Sing the Lord who came to die. 78 CHRIST OUR PATTERN. 2 Did archangels sing Thy corning ? Did the shepherds learn their lays ? Shame would cover me ungrateful, Should my tongue refuse to praise. 3 From the highest throne of glory, To the cross of deepest woe — All to ransom guilty captives ; Flow, my praise, forever flow. 4 Go, return, immortal Saviour, Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne ; Thence return, and reign forever ; Be the Kingdom all Thine own. Rev. Robert Robinson (1735 — 1790), 1774- £1- al*« 101 CM 1 vX " Who went about doing Good." — Acts x. 38. i Behold, where, in a mortal form Appears each grace divine : The virtues, all in Jesus met, With mildest radiance shine. 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To give the mourner joy, To preach glad tidings to the poor, Was His divine employ. 3 Lowly in heart, to all His friends A Friend and Servant found, He washed their feet, He wiped their tears, And healed each bleeding wound. 4 'Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn, Patient and meek He stood ; His foes, ungrateful, sought His life, Who labored for their good. CHRIST OUR PATTERN. 79 5 To God He left His righteous cause, And still His task pursued ; With humble prayer, and holy faith, His fainting strength renewed. 6 In the last hour of deep distress, Before His Father's throne, With soul resigned, He bowed, and said, "Thy will, not mine, be done." 7 Be Christ our pattern and our guide, His image may we bear ; O may we tread His holy steps, His joy and glory share. Prof. William Enfield (1741 — 1797), J 77-. Alt. 1C\1 c M lv4 " Grace is poured into Thy Lips." — Ps. xlv. 2. i What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone Around Thy steps below : What patient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe. 2 Forever on Thy burdened heart A weight of sorrow hung ; Yet no ungentle, murmuring w T ord Escaped Thy silent tongue. 3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, Thy friends unfaithful prove ; Unwearied in forgiveness still, Thy heart could only love. \ O give us hearts to love like Thee, Like Thee, O Lord, to grieve Far more for others' sins, than all The wrongs that we receive. So CHRIST OL'R PATTERN. 5 One with Thyself, may every eye In us, Thy brethren, see The gentleness and grace that springs' From union, Lord, with Thee. Sir Edward Denny (1796—1889), 1839. lUvJ Christ our Pattern.—! Pet. ii. 21. i My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, I read my duty in Thy Word ; But in Thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters. 2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal, Such deference to Thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer ; The desert Thy temptations knew, Thy conflict and Thy victory, too. 4 Be thou my pattern ; make me bear More of Thy gracious image here ; Then God, the Judge, shall own my name Amongst the followers of the Lamb. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. 10 i Christ's Works of Mercy. When, like a stranger on our sphere, The lowly Jesus sojourned here ; Where'er He went, affliction fled, And sickness reared her drooping head. 2 The eye that rolled in irksome night Beheld His face, for He was light ; The opening ear, the loosened tongue, His precept heard, His praises sung. CHRIST OUR PATTERN. 8l 3 Demoniac madness, dark and wild, With melancholy transport smiled ; The storm of horror ceased to roll, And reason lightened through the soul, 4 His touch the outcast leper healed, His lips the sinner's pardon sealed ; Warm tears o'er Lazarus He shed, Then spake the word that raised the dead. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1797. Ab. 1 The Meek ness of Ch rist. 1 How beauteous were the marks divine, That in Thy meekness used to shine, That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod In wondrous love, O Son of God. 2 O who like Thee, so calm, so bright, So pure, so made to live in light ? O who like Thee did ever go So patient, through a world of woe ? 3 O who like Thee, so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs of men, before ? So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, So glorious in humility ? 4 And death, that sets the prisoner free, Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee ; Yet love through all Thy torture glowed, And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed. 5 O in Thy light be mine to go, Illuming all my way of woe ; And give me ever, on the road. To trace Thy footsteps, O my God. Bp. Arthur Cleveland Coxe (i8i3 — ), 1840. Ab. 82 CHRIST'S WORKS OF MERCY. IfiC C M. D. 1UU "0, where is He that trod the Sea /" i O, WHERE is He that trod the sea, O, where is He that spake, And demons from their victims flee, The dead their slumbers break ; The palsied rise in freedom strong, The dumb men talk and sing, And from blind eyes, benighted long, Bright beams of morning spring. 2 O, where is he that trod the sea, 'Tis only He can save ; To thousands hungering wearily, A wondrous meal He gave : Full soon, with food celestial i^d, Their mystic fare they take ; 'Twas springtide when He blest the bread, And harvest when He brake. 3 O, where is He that trod the sea, My soul, the Lord is here : L,et all Thy fears be hushed in thee : To leap, to look, to hear, Be thine : thy needs He'll satisfy : Art thou diseased, or dumb? Or dost thou in thy hunger cry ? " I come," said Christ, " I come." Rev. Thomas Toke Lynch (1818— 1871), 1855. Ah. and si. alt. 107 C.M.D. lv 1 The Demoniac oj Gadara. — Mark v. i — 21. i The winds were howling o'er the deep, Each wave a watery hill ; The Saviour wakened from His sleep : He spa lie, and all was still. CHRIST'S WORKS OF MKRCY. 83 The madman in a tomb had made His mansion of despair ; Woe to the traveller who strayed With heedless footsteps there. 2 The chains hung broken from his arm. Such strength can hell supply ; And fiendish hate, and fierce alarm, Flashed from his hollow eye. He met that glance so thrilling sweet, He heard those accents mild ; And, melting at Messiah's feet, Wept like a weaned child. 3 O, madder than the raving man, O, deafer than the sea : How long the time since Christ began To call in vain to me. Yet could I hear Him once again, As I have heard of old, Methinks He should not call in vain His wanderer to the fold. Bp. Reginald Heber (1783— 1826), 1827. Ab. Iftfl C. M.D. 1 U O The Fello wsh ip of Suffering. j O Lord, when we the path retrace Which Thou on earth hast trod, To man Thy wondrous love and grace, Thy faithfulness to God :— Thy love, by man so sorely tried, Proved stronger than the grave ; The very spear that pierced Thy side Drew forth the blood to save. 2 Unmoved by Satan's subtle wiles, Or suffering, shame, and loss, 84 OUR EXAMPLE. Thy path uncheered by earthly smiles, Led only to the cross, Give us Thy meek, Thy lowly mind : We would obedient be ; And all our rest and pleasure find In fellowship with Thee. James George Deck (1802—1883), 1838. Ab. inQ C. M.D. lUw/ "In His tra in . ' ' i The Son of God goes forth to war A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar ; Who follows in His train ? Who best can drink His cup of woe Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears His cross below — He follows in his train. 2 The martyr, first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave ; Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on his tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong : Who follows in His train ? 3 A glorious band, the chosen few, On whom the Spirit came ; Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, And mocked the cross and flame. They met the tyrant's brandished steel, The lion's gory mane ; They bowed their necks the death to feel : Who follows in their train ? GBTHSEMANH AND CALVARY. 85 \ A noble army, men and boys, The matron and the maid, Around the Saviour's Throne rejoice, In robes of light arrayed. They climbed the steep ascent of heaven, Through peril, toil, and pain ; O God ! to us may grace be given To follow in their train ! Bp. Reg : nald Heber (1783— 1826), 1827. llw Christ in Gcthsemane. i 'Tis midnight ; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone : 'Tis midnight ; in the garden, now, The suffering Saviour prays alone. 2 'Tis midnight ; and from all removed, The Saviour wrestles lone with f°ars ; E'en that disciple whom He loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'Tis midnight ; and for others' guilt The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood ; Yet He that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by His God. 4 'Tis midnight ; and from ether-plains Is borne the song that angels know ; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. Rev. William Bingham Tappan (1794 — 1849), x 822. Ill The th ree Mo u n ta in s . i When on Sinai's top I see God descend in majesty, To proclaim His holy lay, All my spirit sinks with awe. 86 CONDESCENSION OF CHRIST. 2 When, in ecstasy sublime, Hermon's glorious steep I climb, At the too transporting light, Darkness rushes o'er my sight. 3 When on Calvary I rest, God, in flesh made manifest, Shines in my Redeemer's face, Full of beauty, truth and grace. 4 Here I would forever stay, Weep and gaze my soul away. Thou art Heaven on earth to me, Lovely, mournful Calvary. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1S12. SI. alt. 112 H. M. The debt of love. Come, ev'ry pious heart That loves the Saviour's name, Your noblest powers exert To celebrate His fame : Tell all above, and all below, The debt of love to Him you owe. He left His starry crown, And laid His robes aside ; On wings of love came down, And wept, and bled, and died ; What He endured, O who can tell, — To save our souls from death and hell ! From the dark grave He rose, The mansions of the dead ; And thence His mighty foes In glorious triumph led : Up through the sky the Conqu'ror rode, And reigns on high, the Saviour-God. THE TRIUMPHAL ENTRY. 87 From thence He'll quickly come, His chariot will not stay, And bear our spirits home To realms of endless day : There shall we see His lovely face And ever be in His embrace. Rev. Samuel Stennett (1727 — 1795), 1787. Ab. L. M. The Triumphal Entry into Jerusalem. Matt. xxi. 1 — n. 113 i Ride on, ride on in majesty ! Hark, all the tribes Hosanna cry ; O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road || : With palms and scatter'd garments strow'd.:|| 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! In lowly pomp, ride on to die : O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin O'er captive death and conquered sin. 3 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching sacrifice. 4 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh : The Father on his sapphire * throne Expects His own anointed Son. 5 Ride on, ride on in majesty ! In lowly pomp, ride on to die : Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain, Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign. Rev. Henry Hart Milman (1791— 1868), 1827. Air. 88 CHRIST CRUCIFIED. 114. LM Hi " Vcxilla Regis prodcunt." i The royal banners forward go, The cross shines forth in mystic glow : Where He in flesh, our flesh who made, Our sentence bore, our ransom paid. 2 Where deep for us the spear was dyed, Life's torrent rushing from His side, To cleanse us in the precious flood Of water mingled with His blood. 3 O tree of glory, tree most fair, Ordained those holy limbs to bear, How bright in purple robe it stood, The purple of a Saviour's blood ! 4 Upon its arms, so widely flung, The weight of this world's ransom hung : The price which none but He could pay, And spoiled the spoiler of his prey. 5 To Thee, Eternal Three in One, Let homage meet by all be done : As by the cross Thou dost restore, So rule and guide us evermore. Venantius Fortunatus (530 — 609), c. 575. Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale (1818—1866), 1851. Ab. and alt. 11 K LM 110 "The wondrous Cross** i When I survey the wondrous cross. On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God : All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. CHRIST CRUCIFIED. 89 3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 1 His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o'er His body on the tree ; Then I am dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me. 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small ; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709 11C CM 11 U Before the Cross. i Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed ? And did my Sov' reign die ? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ? 2 Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree ? Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! And love beyond degree ! j Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When God, the mighty Maker, died For man the creature's sin. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, While His dear cross appears : Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness, And melt, mine eyes, to tears. 90 CHRIST CRUCIFIED. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away ; 'Tis all that I can do. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. Ab. 117 c M ill I Kneeling at the Cross. i O, Jesus, sweet the tears I shed, While at Thy cross I kneel, Gaze on Thy wounded, fainting head, And all Thy sorrows feel. 2 My heart dissolves to see Thee bleed, This heart so hard before ; I hear Thee for the guilty plead, And grief o'erflow 7 sthe more. 3 'Twas for the sinful Thou didst die. And I a sinner stand ; What love speaks from Thy dying eye, And from each pierced hand. 4 I know this cleansing blood of Thine Was shed, dear Lord, for me : For me, for all, O Grace divine, Who look by faith on Thee. 5 O Christ of God, O spotless Lamb, By love my soul is drawn ; Henceforth, for ever, Thine I am ; Here life and peace are born. 6 In patient hope, the cross I'll bear, Thine arm shall be my stay ; And Thou, enthroned, my soul shalt spare, On Thy great judgment-day. Rev. Ray Palmer (i£oS— 1887), 1867. CHRIST CRUCIFIED. , And take Thy crown. 133 WORSHIPPED. IOj Lion of Judah, Hail ! And let Thy Name prevail From age to age : Lord of the rolling years, Claim for Thine own the spheres, For Thou hast bought with tears Thy heritage. Matthew Bridges (iScc— ), i8.»8. Ab. 6. 6. 4. 6. 6. 6. 4. " Worthy the Lamb .''' Glory to God on high, Let praises fill the sky ! Praise ye His Name. Angels His Name adore, Who all our sorrows bore, And saints cry evermore, 4 'Worthy the Lamb !" All the}' around the throne Cheerfully join in one, Praising His Name. We who have felt His blood Sealing our peace with God, Spread His dear fame abroad : ' 'Worthy the Lamb !" Join all the human race, Our Lord and God to bless ; Praise ye His Name ! In Him we will rejoice, Making a cheerful noise, And say with heart and voice, "Worthy the Lamb !" Though we must change our place, Our souls shall never cease Praising His Name ; 104 ADORED. To Him we'll tribute bring, Laud Him our gracious King, And without ceasing sing, " Worthy the Lamb !" Rev. James Allen (1734 — 1S04), 1761. Ab. 1J i "And crown Him Lord of all. "—Acts x. 36. i All hail the power of Jesus' Name ! Let angels prostrate fall, ||: Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all. :|| 2 Crown Him, ye morning stars of light, Who fixed this floating ball ; Now hail the strength of Israel's might, And crown Him Lord of all. 3 Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God, Who from His altar call ; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, And crown Him Lord of all. 4 Ye vSeed of Israel's chosen race, Ye ransomed of the fall, Hail Him, who saves you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all. 5 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at His fee 4 ,. And crown Him Lord of all. 6 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all. Rev. Edward Perrenot ( — ] 79 2 ). 17^0. Ab. and alt 135 CHRIST EXAI/TED. I05 H. M. "The Lot ct is King. ' ' Rejoice, the Lord is King, Your Lord and King adore ; Mortals give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore : Lift up your heart, lift up your voice. Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 2 Jesus the Saviour reigns, The God of truth and love ; When He had purged our stains, He took His seat above : Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 3 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and Heaven ; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus given : Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 4 Rejoice in glorious hope ; Jesus, the Judge, shall come, And take His servants up To their eternal home : We soon shall hear the archangel's voice, The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708— 1788), 1748. Ab IJO Jesus lebt. 1 JESUS lives ! no longer now Can thy terrors, Death, appal us ; Jesus lives ! by this we know Thou, O Grave, canst not enthral us. Alleluia ! 106 CHRIST EXAI/TED. 2 Jesus lives ! henceforth is death But the gate of life immortal ; This shall calm our trembling breath, When we pass its gloomy portal. Alleluia ! 3 Jesus lives ! for us He died ; Then, alone to Jesus living, Pure in heart may we abide, Glory to our Saviour giving. Alleluia ! 4 Jesus lives ! our hearts know well Naught from us His love shall sever ; Life, nor death, nor powers of hell Tear us from His keeping ever. Alleluia ! 5 Jesus lives ! to Him the throne Over all the world is given : May we go where He is gone, Rest and reign with Him in Heaven. Alleluia ! Christian Furchtegott Gellert (1715— 1769), 1757- Tr. by Miss Frances Elizabeth Cox (1818 — ), 1S41. 1Q7 8. S. 7. D. 10 1 lling in the Heavens. — Ps. cxxiii. 1. i Upward, where the stars are burnic Silent, silent in their turning, Round the never-changing pole ; Upward, where the sky is brightest, Upward, where the blue is lightest, Lift I now my longing soul. 2 Where the Land) on high is seated. By ten thousand voices greeted : Lord of lords, and King of kings. GONE HACK TO HEAVEN. 107 Son of man, they crown, they crown Him, Son of God, they own, they own Him : With His Name the palace rings. 3 Blessing, honor, without measure, Heavenly riches, earthly treasure, Lay we at His blessed feet. Poor the praise that now we render, Loud shall be our voices yonder, When before His throne we meet. Kev. Horatius Bonar (1808—1889), 1866. Ab. 1QQ 8. 7. CI. JLwO " Raise the Anthem." i Come, ye faithful, raise the anthem, Cleave the skies with shouts of praise : || : Sing to Him who found the ransom, Ancient of eternal days : : || God eternal, Word Incarnate, Whom the Heaven of heavens obeys, 2 Ere He raised the lofty mountains, Formed the sea, or built the sky, Love eternal, free and boundless, Forced the Lord of Life to die ; Lifted up the Prince of princes On the throne of Calvary. 3 Now on those eternal mountains Stands the sapphire throne, all bright, Where unceasing hallelujahs They upraise, the sons of light : Zion's people tell His praises, Victor after hard- won fight. 4 Bring your harps and bring your incense, Sweep the string and pour the lay ; IOS WORTHY THE LAMP,. Let the earth proclaim His wonders, King of that celestial day : He, the Lamb once slain, is worthy, Who was dead and lives for aye. Rev. Job Hupton (1762, — 1849), 1808. Ab Alt. by Rev. John Mason Neale (1818—1866), 1851. ion 8 -, 7 - 61 - P , i Jesus, Lord of Life eternal, Taking those He loved the best, Stood upon the Mount of Olives, And His own the last time blest : Then, though He had never left it, Sought again His Father's breast. 2 Knit is now our flesh to Godhead, Knit in everlasting bands : Call the world to highest festal : Floods and oceans, clap your hands : Angels, raise the song of triumph : Make response, ye distant lands. 3 Loosing death with all its terrors Thou ascendedst up on high ; And to mortals, now immortal, Gavest immortality, As Thine own disciples saw T Thee Mounting victor to the sky. Joseph of the Stadium ( — 883), Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale, 1862. Al> and alt. lAfl LM 1 AW " The Song of Songs." i Come, let us sing the song of songs, The saints in Heaven began the strain, The homage which to Christ belongs : " Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain !' WORTHY THE LAMB. I09 2 Slain to redeem us by His blood, To cleanse from every sinful stain, And make us kings and priests to God : li Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!" 3 To Him, enthroned by filial right, All power in Heaven and earth pro- claim, Honor, and majesty, and might : 11 Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain !" 4 Long as we live, and when we die, And while in Heaven with Him we reign, This song our song of songs shall be : 11 Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!" James Montgomery (1771 — 1834,) 1853. Ab. ana alt. 1A1 CM 111 "The Way, the Truth, the Life." — John xiv. 6. i Thou art the Way : To Thee alone From sin and death we flee ; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, by Thee. 2 Thou art the Truth : Thy word alone True wisdom can impart ; Thou only canst inform the mind, And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the Life : the rending tomb Proclaims Thy conquering arm. And those who put their trust in Thee Xor death, nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life : Grant us that Way to know. That Truth to keep, that Life to win. Whose joys eternal flow. Bp. George Washington Doane (1799 — 1 859 1 , 1824. IIO HOLY SPIRIT INVOKED. 1A9 8. 7.D. X jl & " Love Divine. i Lovk Divine, all love excelling, Joy of Heaven, to earth come down ; Fix in us Thy humble dwelling, All Thy faithful mercies crown ; Jesus, Thou art all compassion, Pure unbounded love Thou art ; Visit us with Thy salvation, Enter every trembling heart. 2 Breathe, O breathe, Thy loving Spirit Into every troubled breast ; Let us all in Thee inherit, Let us find that second rest ; Take away our power of sinning, Alpha and Omega be, End of faith, as its beginning, Set our hearts at liberty. 3 Come, Almighty to deliver, Let us all Thy life receive ; Suddenly return, and never, Never more Thy temples leave. Thee we would be always blessing, Serve Thee as Thy hosts above, Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing, Glory in Thy perfect love. 4 Finish then Thy new 7 creation, Pure, and spotless let us be ; Let us see Thy great salvation Perfectly restored in Thee : Changed from glory into glory, Till in Heaven we take our place, Till we cast our crowns before Thee, Lest in wonder, love and praise. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708—1788), 1747. St. alt, 143 INVOKED. 211 8. 7. D. Prayer for Light. i Light of those whose dreary dwelling Borders on the shades of death, Come, and by Thy love's revealing Dissipate the clouds beneath : The new heaven and earth's Creator, In our deepest darkness rise, Scattering all the night of nature, Pouring eye-sight on our eyes. 2 Still we wait for Thine appearing ; Life and joy Thy beams impart, Chasing all our fears, and cheering Every poor, benighted heart : Come, and manifest the favor God hath for our ransomed race ; Come, Thou glorious God and Saviour, Come, and bring the gospel-grace. 3 Save us in Thy great compassion, O thou mild, pacific Prince, Give the knowledge of salvation, Give the pardon of our sins ; By thine all-restoring merit, Every burdened soul release, Ever weary, wandering spirit Guide into Thy perfect peace. Rev. Charles Wesley, 1745. L. M. 61. The A nointing Spirit. I Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, And lighten with celestial fire ; Thou the anointing Spirit art, Who dost Thy seven -fold gifts impart ; Thy blessed unction from above, Is comfort, life, and fire of love. 144 IT2 HOLY SPIRIT. 2 Enable with perpetual light The dulness of our blinded sight ; Anoint and cheer our soiled face With the abundance of Thy grace ; ■ Keep far our foes, give peace at home ; Where Thou art Guide, no ill can come. 3 Teach us to know the Father, Son, And Thee of both, to be but One ; That through the ages all along, This still may be our endless song : All praise, with all the heavenly host, To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! Rabanus Maurus (776 — 856), Tr. by Bp. John Cosin (1594— 1672), 1627. Alt. 145 L. M. ' / 'ou\ Creator Spirit us.' Come, O Creator Spirit blest, And in our souls take up Thy rest ; Come, with Thy grace and heavenly aid, To fill the hearts which Thou hast made. Great Comforter, to Thee we cry ; O highest gift of God most high, O Fount of life, O Fire of love, And sweet anointing from above ! Kindle our senses from above, And make our hearts o'erflow with love : With patience firm, and virtue high, The weakness of our flesh supply. Far from us drive the foe we dread, And grant us Thy true peace instead ; So shall we not, with Thee for Guide, Turn from the path of life aside. inus Maurus (776 — 856), Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall (1814 — 1878), 1849. Ab - nml ait - 146 HOLY SPIRIT. 113 L. M. Prayer for Light and Guidance. i Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With peace and healing from above ; Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Guide, O'er even- thought and step preside. 2 The light of truth to me display, That I may know and choose my way ; Plant holy fear within my heart, That I from God may ne'er depart. 3 Conduct me safe, conduct me far, From every sin and hurtful snare ; Lead me to God, my final Rest, In His enjoyment to be blest. 4 Lead me to holiness, the road That I must take to dwell with God ; Lead me to Christ, the living Way, Nor let me from His pastures stray. Rev. Simon Browne (1680 — 1732), 1720. Ab. and alt 147 l.m. IT 1 The Operations of the Spirit. i Eternal Spirit, we confess And sing the wonders of Thy grace ; Thy power conveys our blessings down From God the Father and the Son. 2 Enlightened by Thy heavenly ray, Our shades and darkness turn to day ; Thine inward teachings make us know Our danger and our refuge, too. 3 Thy power and glory work within, And break the chains of reigning sin Do our imperious lusts subdue, And form our wretched hearts anew 114 HOI^Y vSPIRIT. 4 The troubled conscience knows Thy voice ; Thy cheering words awake our joys ; Thy words allay the stormy wind, And calm the surges of the mind. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1709. 148 7. 7. 7.5. " Holy Ghost, the Infinite.' 1 i Holy Ghost, the Infinite, Shine upon our nature's night With Thy blessed inward light, Comforter Divine ! 2 We are sinful, cleanse us, Lord ; We are faint, Thy strength afford ; Lost, until by Thee restored, Comforter Divine ! 3 Like the dew, Thy peace distil : Guide, subdue our wayward will, Things of Christ unfolding still, Comforter Divine ! 4 In us, for us, intercede, And with voiceless groaning plead Our unutterable need, Comforter Divine ! 5 In us "Abba, Father," cry, Earnest of our bliss on high, Seal of immortality, Comforter Divine ! 6 Search for us the depths of God ; Bear us up the starry road, To the height of Thine abode, Comforter Divine ! George Rawson (1807 — 1885), l8 53- Ah. HOLY SPIRIT. 115 ■MQ 7.7.7.5. ITw enly Love:' i Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost, Taught by Thee, we covet most, Of Thy gifts at Pentecost, Holy, heavenly Love. 2 Love is kind, and suffers long, Love is meek, and thinks no wrong, Love than death itself more strong Give us heavenly Love. 3 Prophecy will fade away, Melting in the light of day ; Love will ever with us stay : Give us heavenly Love. 4 Faith will vanish into sight, Hope be emptied in delight ; Love in Heaven will shine more bright : Give us heavenly Love. 5 Faith and Hope and Love we see Joining hand in hand agree ; But the greatest of the three, And the best, is Love. Dp. Christopher Wordsworth (1807— 1883), 1862. Ab. and alt. 10U Prayer for Peace and Prsr. i Gracious Spirit, Dove divine, Let Thy light within me shine ; All my guilty fears remove, Fill me full of Heaven and love. 2 Speak Thy pardoning grace to me, Set the burdened sinner free, Lead me to the Lamb of God, Wash me in His precious blood. Il6 PRAYER FOR UGHT. 3 Life and peace to me impart, Seal salvation on my heart, Breathe Thyself into my breast, Earnest of immortal rest. 4 Let me never from Thee stray, Keep me in the narrow way, Fill my soul with joy divine, Keep me, Lord, forever Thine. John Stocker, 1776. Ab. 101 Light, Power, Joy. i Holy Ghost, w 7 ith light divine, Shine upon this heart of mine ; Chase the shades of night away, Turn the darkness into day. 2 Holy Ghost, with power divine, Cleanse this guilty heart of mine ; Long has sin, without control, Held dominion o'er my soul. 3 Holy Ghost, with joy divine, Cheer this saddened heart of mine ; Bid my many woes depart, Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. 4 Holy Spirit, all divine, Dwell within this heart of mine, Cast down every idol-throne ; Reign supreme, and reign alone. Rev. Andrew Reed (1787 — 1862), 1843. Ab. lOfai " Granted is the Saviour* s Prayei i Granted is the Saviour's prayer, Sent the gracious Comforter, Promise of our parting Lord, Jesus, to His Heaven restored. PRAYKR FOR UGHT. 117 2 Gcd, the everlasting God, Makes with mortals His abode ; Whom the heavens cannot contain, He stoops down to dwell in man. 3 Never will He thence depart, Inmate of a humble heart ; Carrying on His work within, Striving till He cast out sin. 4 Come, divine and peaceful Guest, Enter our devoted breast : Life divine in us renew, Thou the Gift and Giver, too ! Rev. Charles Wesley (1708 -1788), 1739. Ab. and alt. iro s. m. Xww Piayer for Light and Love i Come, Holy Spirit, come, Let Thy bright beams arise, Dispel the darkness from our minds, And open all our eyes. 2 Revive our drooping faith, Our doubts and fears remove, And kindle in our breasts the flame Of never-dying love. 3 Convince us of our sin, Then lead to Jesus' blood, And to our wondering view reveal The secret love of God. 4 'Tis Thine to cleanse the heart, To sanctify the soul, To pour fresh life in every part, And new-create the whole. Il8 PRAYER FOR LIGHT. 5 Dwell, Spirit, in our hearts, Our minds from bondage free ; Then we shall know, and praise, and love The Father, Son, and Thee. Rev. Joseph Hart (1712 — 1768), 1759. Ab. and si. alt. 1 C4. S M IvJ i The Descent of the Spirit. i Lord God, the Holy Ghost, In this accepted hour, As on the day of Pentecost, Descend in all Thy power. 2 Like mighty rushing wind Upon the waves beneath, Move with one impulse every mind, One soul, one feeling breathe. 3 The young, the old, inspire With wisdom from above ; And give us hearts and tongues of fire To pray, and praise, and love. 4 Spirit of light, explore, And chase our gloom away, With lustre shining more and more Unto the perfect day. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1819, 1825. Ab. irr cm. 1JJ " The Comforter is come.* 1 i My soul doth magnify the Lord, My spirit doth rejoice In God my Saviour, and my God ; I hear His joyful voice. 2 Down from above the blessed Dove Is come into my breast, To witness God's eternal love : This is my heavenly feast. COMFORT AND LIGHT. II9 My God, my reconciled God, Creator of my peace : Thee will I love, and praise, and sing, Till life and breath shall cease. Rev. John Mason (1634 — 1694), 1683. Ab. 156 6. 6. 4. 6. 6. 6. 4. " I'cni, Sancte Spiritus." i Come, Holy Ghost, in love Shed on us from above Thine own bright ray ! Divinely good Thou art ; Thy sacred gifts impart, To gladden each sad heart : O come to-day ! 2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best, Our most delightful Guest, With soothing power : Rest, which the weary know, Shade, 'mid the noontide glow, Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow, Cheer us, this hour ! 3 Come, Light serene, and still Our inmost bosoms fill ; Dwell in each breast ; We know no dawn but Thine ; Send forth Thy beams divine, On our dark souls to shine, And make us blest ! 4 Come, all the faithful bless ; Let all who Christ confess, His praise employ : 120 GOD'S WORD. Give virtue's rich reward ; Victorious death accord, And, with our glorious Lord, Eternal joy ! Hermannus Contractus? (1013 — 1054), Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer (1808—1887), 1858. l07 The two Revelations.— Vs. xix. i The: heavens declare Thy glory, Lord, In every star Thy wisdom shines ; But when our eyes behold Thy Word, We read Thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days, Thy power confess, But the blest volume Thou hast w T rit, Reveals Thy justice and Thy grace. 3 Sun, moon and stars, convey Thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand : So when Thy truth began its race, It touched and glanced on every land. 4 Nor shall Thy spreading gospel rest, Till thro' the world Thy truth has run ; Till Christ has all the nations blessed That see the light and feel the sun. 5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise, Bless the dark world with heavenly light ; Thy gospel makes the simple wise, Thy laws are pure, Thy judgments right. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674— 1748), 1719. Ab. 100 "(;<>d's Word our Guide, i God, in the gospel of His Son, Makes His eternal counsels known: GOD'S WORD. T2I Where love in all its glory shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 2 Here sinners, of a humble frame, May taste His grace, and learn His Name; May read, in characters of blood, The wisdom, power, and grace of God. 3 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes A brighter world beyond the skies ; Here shines the light which guides our way From earth to realms of endless da}'. 4 O grant us grace, Almighty Lord, To read and mark Thy holy Word ; Its truth with meekness to receive, And by its holy precepts live. Rev. Benjamin Beddome (171 7 — 1795V 1787. Ab. and aH. Rev. Thomas Cotterill (1779 — 1823), 1819. Ab. 153 L. M. Thanks for the Gospel. i Let everlasting glories crown Thy head, my Saviour, and my Lord : Thy hands have brought salvation down, And writ the blessings in Thy Word. 2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks Some solid ground to rest upon ; With long despair the spirit breaks, Till we apply to Christ alone. 3 How well Thy blessed truths agree, How wise and holy Thy commands ; Thy promises, how firm they be, How firm our hope and comfort stands' 122 GOD'S WORD. 4 Should all the forms that men devise Assault my faith with treacherous art, I'd call them vanity and lies, ' And bind the Gospel to my heart. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674— 1748), 1709. Ab. C. M. 1 £ fl " The Lighi a nd Glur - v °f thc u ' ord - ' ' 1QU Ps. cxix. 123. 2 Cor. iv. 4. i A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun ; It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrows none. 2 The hand, that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; Its truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 3 Let everlasting thanks be Thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day. 4 My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of Him I love, Till glory breaks upon my view, In brighter worlds above. William Cow per (1731 — 1800), 1779. Ab 101 A Lamp and a Light— Ts. cxix. 105. 2 Tim. iii. 16. 1 How precious is the Book divine. By inspiration given : Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine. To guide our souls to Heaven. 2 Us light, descending from above, Our gloomy world to cheer, Displays a Saviour's boundless love, And brings His glories near. GOD'S WORD. 123 3 It shows to man his wandering ways, And where his feet have trod ; And brings to view the matchless grace Of a forgiving God. 4 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, In this dark vale of tears ; Life, light, and joy it still imparts, And quells our rising fears. 5 This lamp, thro' all the tedious night Of life, shall guide our way, Till we behold the clearer light Of an eternal day. Rev. John Fawcett (1739 — 1S17J, 1782. Ab. lUtal The Scriptures our only Help a>ul Guide. i L,aden with guilt, and full of fears, I fly to Thee, my Lord ; And not a glimpse of hope appears, But in Thy written word. 2 This is the field where hidden lies The pearl of price unknown : That merchant is divinely wise, Who makes the pearl his own. 3 This is the judge that ends the strife, Where wit and reason fail ; My guide to everlasting life, Through all this gloomy vale. 4 O may Thy counsels, mighty God, My roving feet command ; Nor I forsake the happy road, That leads to Thy right hand. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1709. Ab. 124 TH E GOSPEL TRUMPET. 100 "Holy Bible, Book Divine " i Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine ; Mine to tell me whence I came, Mine to teach me what I am. 2 Mine to chide me when I rove, Mine to show a Saviour's love ; Mine art thou to guide my feet, Mine to judge, condemn, acquit. 3 Mine to comfort in distress, If the Holy Spirit bless ; Mine to show by living faith Man can triumph over death. 4 Mine to tell of joys to come, Iyight and life beyond the tomb ; Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine. John Burton (1773 — 1822), 1805. Alt. ICzL H - M ' 10 I "The Year of Jubilee is come." i Blow ye the trumpet, blow The gladly solemn sound ; L,et all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, || : The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. :|| 2 Jesus, our great High-Priest, Hath full atonement made ; Ye weary spirits, rust, Ye mournful souls, be glad : The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. SINNERS INVITED. 1 25 3 Extol the Lamb of God, The all-atoning Lamb ; Redemption in His blood Throughout the world proclaim : The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 4 Ye, who have sold for naught Your heritage above, Shall have it back unbought, The gift of Jesus' love : The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 5 The Gospel trumpet hear, The news of heavenly grace ; And, saved from earth, appear Before your Saviour's face : The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708— 1788), 1750. Ab 1CE 7 - 61 - JLwW " Let h im come unto Me."—- John vii. 37. i From the cross uplifted high, Where the Saviour deigns to die, What melodious sounds I hear, Bursting on my ravished ear : 14 Love's redeeming work is done, Come and welcome, sinner, come." 2 4 ' Sprinkled now with blood the throne ; Why beneath thy burdens groan ? On My pierced body laid, Justice owns the ransom paid : Bow the knee, and kiss the Son, Come and welcome, sinner, come. 126 SINNERS INVITED. 3 " Spread for thee, the festal board See with richest dainties stored ; To thy Father's bosom prest Yet again a child confest, Never from His house to roam ; Come and welcome, sinner, come 4 ' ' Soon the days of life shall end ; Lo ! I come, your Saviour, Friend, Safe your spirits to convey To the realms of endless day, Up to My eternal home : Come and welcome, sinner, come." Rev. Thomas Haweis (1732 — 1820), 1792 X Stan ding at the Door . i O Jesus, Thou art standing Outside the fast- closed door, In lowly patience waiting To pass the threshold o'er : Shame on us, Christian brethren, His Name and sign who bear, O shame, thrice shame upon us, To keep Him standing there ! 2 O Jesus, Thou art knocking : And lo, that hand is scarred, And thorns Thy brow encircle, And tears Thy face have marred . O love that passeth knowledge, So patiently to wait ! O sin that hath no equal, So fast to bar the gate ' i 3 O Jesus, Thou art pleading In accents meek and low, 167 god's great mercy. 127 11 I died for you, My children, And will ye treat Me so ?' ' O Lord, with shame and sorrow We open now the door : Dear Saviour, enter, enter, And leave us never more. Bp. William Walsham How (1823— ), 1S54. 8. 7. D. Come to Jesus. i There's a wideness in God's mercy, Like the wideness of the sea : There's a kindness in His justice, Which is more than liberty. There is welcome for the sinner, And more graces for the good ; There is mercy with the Saviour ; There is healing in His blood. 2 There is plentiful redemption In the blood that has been shed ; There is joy for all the members In the sorrows of the Head. If our love were but more simple, We should take Him at His word ; And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of our Lord. Rev. Frederick William Faber (1814 — 1863), 1849. Ab 168 8. 7. D. 1 In Everything by Prayer" — Phil. iv. 6. What a Friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear ! What a privilege to carry Everything to God in prayer ! O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear, 128 THE SORROWFUL INVITED. All because we do not carry Everything to God in prayer ! 2 Have we trials and temptations ? Is there trouble anywhere ? We should never be discouraged — Take it to the Lord in prayer. Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share ? Jesus knows our every weakness : Take it to the Lord in prayer. 3 Are we weak and heavy laden, Cumbered with a load of care ? Precious Saviour, still our refuge ! Take it to the Lord in prayer. Do thy friends despise, forsake thee ? Take it to the Lord in prayer ; In His arms He'll take and shield thee ; Thou wilt find a solace there. Jo-eph Scriven (1829— 1886), 1855. ICQ iLi0 - ivJw "Come, ye disconsolate. u i Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye lan- guish, Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish, Earth has no sorrows that Heaven can- not heal. 2 Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure ; Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, Earth has no sorrows that Heaven can- not cure. THE SORROWFUL INVITED. I29 3 Here see the Bread of Life, see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above ; Come to the feast prepared, come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrows but Heaven can remove. Thomas Moore (1779 — 1852), 1816. Vs. 1, 2. Alt. Thomas Hastings (1784 — 1872;, . V. 3. 1 7H 14 - 10 - ], j W Christ giving Rest. i Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather, When the sad heart is weary and dis- trest, Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father, Come unto me, and I will give you rest. 2 Large are the mansions in thy Father's dwelling, Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim, vSweet are the harps in holy music swelling, Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn. 3 There, like an Eden blossoming in glad- ness, Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed ; I30 RECLAIMING GRACE. Come unto me all ye who droop in sad- ness, Come unto me, and I will give you rest. Mrs. Wm. Catherine E. Esling ( — ), 1839. Ab. mL. M. "Return !" — Jer. xxxi. 18—20. i Return, O wanderer, return, And seek thine injured Father's face ; Those new desires that in thee burn, Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 2 Return, O wanderer, return, And seek a Father's melting heart ; Whose pitying eyes thy grief discern, Whose hand can heal thine inward smart. 3 Return, O wanderer, return, He heard thy deep repentant sigh, He saw thy softened spirit mourn, When no intruding ear was nigh. 4 Return, O wanderer, return, Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live ; Go to His bleeding feet, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive. 5 Return, O wanderer, return, And wipe away the falling tear ; 'Tis God who says, " No longer mourn," 'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near. Rev. William Bengo Collyer (1782— 1854), 1812. Ab. i HA L. M. 1 / £l Christ knocking at the Door, — Caht. v. 2. Rev. iii. 20. 1 BEHOLD, a Stranger at the door ; He gently knocks, has knock'd before ; Has waited long, is waiting still : You treat no other friend so ill. ENTREATY AND WARNING. I3I 2 O lovely attitude ! He stands With melting heart, and laden hands : O matchless kindness ! and He shows This matchless kindness to His foes. 3 Rise, touched with gratitude divine ; Turn out His enemy and thine, That soul-destroying monster, Sin ; And let the heavenly Stranger in. 4 Admit Him, for the human breast Xe'er entertained so kind a guest : Admit Him, ere His anger burn ; His feet departed, ne'er return ! Rev. Joseph Grigg ( —1768), 1765. Ab. and alt 1/0 " The one Thing needful." — Luke x. 42. i Why will ye waste on trifling cares That life which God's compassion spares, While, in the various range of thought, The one thing needful is forgot ? 2 Shall God invite you from above ? Shall Jesus urge His dying love ? Shall troubled conscience give you pain ? And all these pleas unite in vain ? 3 Not so your eyes will always view Those objects which you now pursue, Not so will heaven and hell appear, When death's decisive hour is near. 4 Almighty God, Thy grace impart ; Fix deep conviction on each heart ; Nor let us waste on trifling cares That life which Thy compassion spares. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702 — 1751), 1755. Ab. and alt. 132 ENTREATY AND WARNING. 1 74. L. M. JL I i "Grieve not the Spirit" i Say, sinner, hath a voice within Oft whispered to thy secret soul, Urged thee to leave the ways of sin, And yield thy heart to God's control. 2 Sinner, it was a heavenly voice, It was the Spirit's gracious call ; It bade thee make the better choice, And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 3 Spurn not the call to life and light ; Regard in time the warning kind : That call thou may'st not always slight, And yet the gate of mercy find. 4 God's Spirit will not always strive With hardened, self-destroying man ; Ye, who persist His love to grieve, May never hear His voice again. 5 Sinner, perhaps this very da} T Thy last accepted time may be ; O should' st thou grieve Him now away, Then hope may never beam on thee. Airs. Ann Bradley Hyde (1799 — 1872), 1S24. Ab. I/O " The Light of the World." i The whole world was lost in the dark- ness of sin ; The Light of the world is Jesus. Like sunshine at noonday His glory shone in, The Light of the world is Jesus. FULIy SALVATION. 133 Chorus. Come to the light, 'tis shining for thee ; Sweetly the Light has dawned upon me, Once I was blind, but now I can see : The Light of the world is Jesus. 2 Xo darkness have we who in Jesus abide, The Light of the world is Jesus. We walk in the Light when we follow our Guide, The Light of the world is Jesus. — Cho. 3 Ye dwellers in darkness with sin-blinded eyes, The Light of the world is Jesus. Go, wash at His bidding, and light will arise, The Light of the world is Jesus. — Cho. 4 Xo need of the sunlight in heaven, we're told, The Light of that world is Jesus. The Lamb is the light in the City of Gold, The Light of that world is Jesus. — Cho. Philip P. Bliss (1838— 1876). 176 "Only Trust II im." i Come, every soul by sin oppressed, There's mere)- with the Lord, And He will surely give you rest, By trusting in His word. Chorus. Only trust Him, only trust Him, Only trust Him now ; 134 FUI.Iv SALVATION. He will save you, He will save you, He will save you now. 2 For Jesus shed His precious blood Rich blessings to bestow ; Plunge now into the crimson flood That washes white as snow. 3 Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way, That leads you into rest ; Believe in Him without delay, And you are fully blest. Rev. John Hart Stockton (1813— 1877). mP. M. " The joy of Faith.'" i 'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give Unto him who on Jesus, His Son, will believe. Chorus. Hallelujah, 'tis done ! I believe on the Son ; I am saved by the blood of the cruci- fied One. 2 Though the pathway be lonely, and dan- gerous too, Surely Jesus is able to carry me through. — Cho. 3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng, They are safe now in glory, and this is their song : — Cho. GRIEVING THE SPIRIT. 135 4 Little children I see standing close by their King, And He smiles as their song of salvation they sing. — Clio. 5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold, And they sing as they march through the streets of pure gold : — Cho. 6 There's a part in that chorus for you and for me, And the theme of our praises forever will be : — Cho. Philip P. Bliss (1838— 1876). 178 "Delay Not!" i Delay not, delay not ; O sinner, draw near, The waters of life are now flowing for thee ; No price is demanded, the Saviour is here, Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. 2 Delay not, delay not ; why longer abuse The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God? A fountain is opened : — how canst thou refuse To wash and be cleansed in His pardon- ing blood ? 3 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come, For mercy still lingers and calls thee to-day ; 136 SALVATION OFFERED. Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb, Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away. 4 Delay not, delay not ; the Spirit of grace, Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight ; And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race, To sink in the vale of eternity's night. Thomas Hastings (1784 — 1872), 1S31. ITQ PM - X I >J The Great Physician. i The great Physician now is near, The sympathizing Jesus : He speaks the drooping heart to cheer, O hear the voice of Jesus. Chorus. Sw r eetest note in seraph song, Sweetest Name on mortal tongue, Sweetest carol ever sung, Jesus, blessed Jesus. 2 Your many sins are all forgiven, hear the voice of Jesus ; Go on your way in peace to heaven, And wear a crown with Jesus. — Clio. 3 All glory to the dying Lamb ! 1 now believe in Jesus ; I love the blessed Saviour's Name, I love the name of Jesus. — Cho. I His name dispels my guilt and fear No other Name but Jesus ; PLEADING IN GLORY. 137 O how my soul delights to hear The precious Name of Jesus ! — Clio. 5 And when to that bright world above, We rise to see our Jesus, We'll sing around the throne of love His Name, the Name of Jesus. — Cho. Rev. William Hunter ( — ), 1844. Ab. -IQA P.M. 1C v Pleading with sinners. i I have a Saviour, He's pleading in glory, A dear, loving Saviour tho' earth- friends be few ; And now He is watching in tenderness o'er me, And O that my Saviour were your Saviour too ! Chorus. For you I am praying, For you I am praying, For you I am praying, I'm praying for you. 2 I have a Father : to me He has given A hope for eternity, blessed and true ; And soon will He call me to meet Him in Heaven ; But O that He'd let me bring you with me too ! — Cho. 3 I have a peace : it is calm as a river — A peace that the friends of this world never knew ; My Saviour alone is its Author and Giver, And O could I know it was given to vou ! — Cho. I3 8 INVITATION. 4 When Jesus has found you, tell others the story, That my loving Saviour is your Sayiour too ; Then pray that your Saviour may bring them to glory, And prayer will be answered — 'twas answered for you ! — Cho. S. O'Maley Cluff ( — ), Ab. 181 P. M. Come one, come all. i Come to the Saviour now ! He gently calleth thee ; In true repentance bow ; Before Him bend the knee. He waiteth to bestow Salvation, peace and love, True joy on earth below, A home in heaven above, Come, come, come ! 2 Come to the Saviour now ! Ye who have wandered far, Renew your solemn vow, For His by right you are. Come, like poor wandering sheep Returning to His fold ; His arm will safely keep, His love will ne'er grow cold. Come, come, come ! 3 Come to the Saviour, all ! Whate'er your burdens be ; Hear now I lis loving call — " Cast all your care on me." 182 INVITATION. 139 Come, and for every grief In Jesus you will find A sure and safe relief, A loving Friend and kind. Come, come, come ! John M. Wigner ( — ), 6. 4. " To-day." i To-day the Saviour calls : Ye wanderers, come ; O ye benighted souls, Why longer roam. 2 To-day the Saviour calls : O hear Him now ; Within these sacred walls To Jesus bow. 3 To-day the Saviour calls : For refuge fly ; The storm of justice falls, And death is nigh. 4 The Spirit calls to-day : Yield to His power ; O grieve Him not away, 'Tis mercy's hour. Rev. Samuel Francis Smith (1808 — ), 1831. Alt. by Thomas Hastings (1784— 1872), 1831. 8. 7. D. Room for Jesus. 183 1 Have you any room for Jesus, He who bore your load of sin ; As He knocks and asks admission, Sinner will you let Him in ? 140 THE GRACIOUS SAVIOUR. Chorus. Room for Jesus, King of glory, Hasten now His word obey, Swing the heart's door widely open, Bid Him enter while you may. 2 Room for pleasure, room for business, But for Christ the Crucified ; Not a place that He can enter, In your heart for which He died ? — Cho. 3 Have you any room for Jesus, As in grace He calls again ? O to-day is time accepted, To-morrow you may call in vain. — Cho. 4 Room and time now give to Jesus, Soon w 7 ill pass God's day of grace • Soon thy heart left cold and silent, And thy Saviour's pleading cease. — Cho. Anonymous. Arr. by W. W. D. 1 QA c M 10 1 " The Saviour Calls."— John vii. 37. i The Saviour calls, let every ear Attend the heavenly sound ; Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear, Hope smiles reviving round. 2 For every thirsty, longing heart, Here streams of bounty flow, And life, and health, and bliss impart, To banish mortal woe. 3 Ye sinners, come, 'tis mercy's voice, The gracious call obey ; Mercy invites to heavenly joys, And can you yet delay ? SALVATION FREE. 141 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts, To Thee let sinners fly, And take the bliss Thy love imparts, And drink and never die. Miss Anne Steele (1717 — 1778), 1760. Ab. 185 8. 7. 4. ' Come, and welcome.' 1 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore : Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, joined with power : He is able, He is able, || : He is willing, doubt no more. : || Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream ; All the fitness He requireth Is to feel your need of Him : This He gives you ; 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, Bruised and mangled by the fall ; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all : Not the righteous, Sinners, Jesus came to call. L,o, the incarnate God, ascended, Pleads the merit of His blood : Venture on Him, venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude ; None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. Kcv. Joseph Hart (1712— 1766), 1759 Ab I4 2 HEADING AND REST. lflfi 8.5.8.3. *©W KOTTOV T£ Kal K&fMTOV. i Art thou weary, art thou languid, Art thou sore distrest ? 11 Come to me," saith One, " and coming- Be at rest !" 2 Hath He marks to lead me to Him, If He be my Guide ? " In His feet and hands are wound-prints, And His side." 3 Is there diadem, as Monarch, That His brow adorns ? " Yea, a crown in very surety, But of thorns." 4 If I still hold closely to Him, What hath He at last ? 11 Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, Jordan past." . 5 If I ask Him to receive me, Will He say me nay ? " Not till earth, and not till Heaven Pass away." Stephen of St. Sabas (725 — 794), Tr. by Rev. John Mason Nealc (1818— 1866), 1&62. Ab. 10 I " The gracious Call."— Matt. xi. 28—30. i Come, said Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make my path your choice ; I will guide you to your home, Weary pilgrim, hither come. 2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste. HEALING AND REST. 143 3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain ; Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In remorse for guilt who mourn ; 4 Hither come, for here is found Balm that flows for every wound, Peace that ever shall endure, Rest eternal, sacred, sure. Mrs. Anna Laetitia Barbauld (1743 — 1825), 1792. Ab. and alt. lOO "The night cometh." — John ix. 4. i Hasten, sinner, to be wise ; Stay not for the morrow's sun : Wisdom if you still despise, Harder is it to be won. 2 Hasten mercy to implore ; Stay not for the morrow's sun ; Lest thy season should be o'er Ere this evening's course be run. 3 Hasten, sinner, to return ; Stay not for the morrow's sun ; Lest thy lamp should cease to burn Ere salvation's work is done. 4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest ; Stay not for the morrow's sun ; Lest perdition thee arrest, Ere the morrow is begun. Rev. Thomas Scott ( — 1776), 1773. IOC Balm in Gilead. — Jer. nil. 22. i Deep are the wounds which sin has made : Where shall the sinner find a cure ? In vain, alas ! is nature's aid ; The work exceeds her utmost power. 144 SONGS OF SALVATION. 2 But can no sovereign balm be found, And is no kind physician nigh, To cease the pain and heal the wound, Kre life and hope forever fly ? 3 There is a great Physician near ; Look up, O fainting soul, and live ; See, in His heavenly smiles, appear Such help as nature cannot give. 4 See, in the Saviour's dying blood, Life, health, and bliss abundant flow ; And in that sacrificial flood A balm for all thy grief and woe. Miss Anne Steele (1716 — 1778), 1760. Ab. and alt. ion PM IjU "Come Thou with us.'' — Numbers x. 29. i We're travelling home to heaven above, Will you go ? Will you go ? To sing the Saviour's dying love, Will you go ? Will you go ? Millions have reached that blest abode, Anointed kings and priests to God, And millions more are on the road, Will you go ? Will you go ? 2 We're going to see the bleeding lamb, Will you go ? In rapturous strains to praise His name, Will you go ? The crown of life we there shall wear, The conqueror's palms our hands shall bear, And all the joys of heaven we'll share, Will you go ? CHRIST WIIA SAVE. 145 We're going to join the heavenly choir, Will you go ? To raise our voice and tune the lyre, Will you go ? There saints and angels gladly sing Hosanna to their God and King, And make the heavenly arches ring, Will you go ? O weary, heavy-laden, come, Will you go ? In the blest house there still is room, Will you go? The Lord is waiting to receive ; If thou wilt on Kim now believe He will thy troubled heart relieve, Oh, believe ! The way to heaven is straight and plain. Will you go ? Repent, believe, be born again, Will you go? The Saviour cries aloud to thee, 14 Take up thy cross and follow Me, And thou shalt My salvation see, Come to me." 191 Anon. P M. The Gospel call. Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus, just now ; Just now, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus, just now. He will save you, He will save you, He will save you, just now ; 146 EVANGELISTIC HYMNS. Just now he will save you, He will save you, just now. 3 Don't reject Him, don't reject Him, Don't reject Him, just now, etc. 4 He is ready, He is ready, He is ready, just now, etc. 5 O believe Him, O believe Him, O believe Him, just now, etc. 6 Do not tarry, do not tarry, Do not tarry just now, etc. 7 Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Amen ; Amen, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Amen. 192 P. M. 'This man receiveth sinners." — Lukk xv. 2. i Sinners Jesus will receive : Sound this word of grace to all Who the heav'nly pathway leave, All who linger, all who fall. Refrain. Sing it o'er and o'er again ; Christ receiveth sinful men ; Make the message clear and plain Christ receiveth sinful men. 2 Come, -And He will give you rest ; Trust Him, for His word is plain ; He will take the sinfulest ; Christ receiveth sinful men. — Rkf. EVANGELISTIC HYMNS. 147 3 Now my heart condemns me not, Pure before the law I stand ; He who cleansed me from all spot, Satisfied its last demand. — Ref. 4 Christ receiveth sinful men, Even me with all my sin ; Purged from every spot and stain, Heaven with Him I enter in. — Ref. Arr. from Rev. Erdmann Meister (1671 — 1756), 1718. 1 J O To-day if ye will hear His voice. i Jesus is tenderly calling thee home — Calling to-day, calling to-day ; Why from the sunshine of love wilt thou roam, Farther and farther away ! Refrain. Calling to-day, calling to-day, Jesus is calling, is tenderly calling to day. 2 Jesus is calling the weary to rest — Calling to-day, calling to-day ; Bring Him thy burden and thou shalt be blest ; He will not turn thee away. — Ref. 3 Jesus is waiting, O come to Him now — Waiting to-day, waiting to-day ; Come with thy sins, at His feet lowly bow ; Come, and no longer delay. — Ref. 4 Jesus is pleading, O list to His voice — Hear Him to-day, hear Him to-day ; I4 8 EVANGEUSTIC HYMNS. They who believe on His name shall rejoice ; Quickly arise and away. — Ref. Airs. Frances Jane Crosby Van Alstyne (1823— ), 1883. 1QA PM iw i Joy in Heaven. — Luke xv. 7. i There are angels hov'ring round, There are angels hov'ring round, There are angels hov'ring round. 2 To carry the tidings home, etc. 3 To the new Jerusalem, etc. 4 Poor sinners are coming home, etc. 5 And Jesus bids them come, etc. 6 There's glory all around, etc. Anon. IQr 9. 9. 6. 6. 6. 5. XwW Almost Persuaded. 1 "Almost persuaded " now to believe ; ' 'Almost persuaded " Christ to receive. Seems now some soul to say, " Go, Spirit, go Thy way, Some more convenient day, On Thee I'll call. 2 "Almost persuaded," come, come to-day ; "Almost persuaded," turn not away, Jesus invites you here, Angels are lingering near, Prayers rise from hearts so dear ; O wanderer come ! 3 "Almost persuaded," harvest is past ; "Almost persuaded," doom comes at last ! "Almost" cannot avail ; THE SINNER'S FRIEND. 149 "Almost" is but to fail ! Sad, sad that bitter wail — "Almost, but lost!" Philip P. Bliss (1838-1876), ±\J\J Christ s Forever. i I'VE found a Friend ; O such a Friend ! He lov'd me ere I knew Him ; He drew me with the cords of love, And thus He bound me to Him. And 'round my heart still closely twine Those ties which naught can sever, For I am His, and He is mine, Forever and forever. 2 I've found a Friend ; O such a Friend ! He bled, He died to save me ; And not alone the gift of life, But His own self He gave me. Naught that I have my own I call, I hold it for the Giver : My heart, my strength, my life, my all, Are His, and His forever. 3 I've found a Friend ; O such a Friend ; All power to Him is given ; To guard me on my onward course, And bring me safe to heaven. Th' eternal glories gleam afar, To nerve my faint endeavor : So now to watch, to work, to war, And then to rest forever. 4 I've found a Friend ; O such a Friend ! So kind, and true, and tender, So wise a Counsellor and Guide, So mighty a Defender ! 150 THE SINNER'S FRIEND. From Him, who loves me now so well> What power my soul can sever ? Shall life or death, or earth or hell? No ; I am His forever. Anonymous 1Q7 PM - M\J l " What shall I do with Jesus." i What shall I do with Jesus, The Christ who may be mine ? Accept Him as my Saviour, Or spurn the gift divine ? His only Son God gave me — I must, I do decide ; And Christ I take to save me, Or Christ is now denied. Chorus. ' ' What shall I do with Jesus ?" I'll give my heart to Jesus ! Upon the tree of Calvary He gave His life for me. 2 What shall I do with Jesus, The precious Lamb of God ? I cast my soul upon Him — He bathes it in His blood ; I gratefully confess Him Before the vile and just ; My ransomed powers shall bless Him, My sure and only trust. — Cho. 3 What shall I do with Jesus, For Him the cross I'll take ; All earthly losses suffer, Ere I the Lord forsake. PENITENCE. 151 In scenes of joy and sighing His love shall be the same ; While living and in dying, I'll glory in His name. — Cho. 4 What now I do with Jesus, When this brief life is past, With me will be remembered Before His bar at last. He will not then disown me With those who hate and scoff; At His right hand He'll crown me — He will not cast me off. — Cho. Rev. SylvaiiUS Dryden Phelps (1816 — ), 198 S. M. The Issues of Life and Death. i O where shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul ? 'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. j Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years ; And all that life is love. 4 There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath : O what eternal horrors hang Around the second death ! 152 PENITENCE. 5 Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from Thy face, And evermore undone. James Montgomery (1771 — 1854), 1819, 1S53. Ab. 193 " Out of the Depths:'— Vs. exxx. i Out of the deep I call To Thee, O Lord, to Thee ; Before Thy throne of grace I fall, Be merciful to me. 2 Out of the deep I cry, The woful deep of sin, Of evil done in days gone by, Of evil now within. 3 Out of the deep of fear, And dread of coming shame. From morning watch till night is near I plead the precious name. Rev. Sir Henry Williams Baker (1821 — 1877), 1868. Ab. 9ftft s. m i£iW v Tears of Penitence. i Did Christ o'er sinners weep, And shall our cheeks be dry ? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. 2 The Son of God in tears Angels with wonder see : Be thou astonished, O my soul, He shed those tears for thee. 3 He wept that we might weep Each sin demands a tear ; In Heaven alone no sin is found, And there's no weeping there. PKNITENCE. 153 4 Then tender be our hearts, Our eyes in sorrow dim, Till every tear from every eye Is wiped away by Him. Rev. Benjamin Beddome (1717 — 1795), 1787. Vs. 1, 2, 3. Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793 — 1847), 1833. V. 4. Of|1 L M talwX 77t£ Prayer of the Publican. — Luke xviii. 13. i With broken heart, and contrite sigh, A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry : Thy pard'ning grace is rich and free ; O God, be merciful to me. 2 I smite upon my troubled breast, With deep and conscious guilt opprest, Christ and His cross my only plea ; O God, be merciful to me. 3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes, Nor dare uplift them to the skies ; But Thou dost all my anguish see ; O God, be merciful to me. 4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, Can for a single sin atone ; To Calvary alone I flee ; O God, be merciful to me. 5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell, With all the ransomed throng I dwell, My raptured song shall ever be, God has been merciful to me. Rev. Cornelius Elven (1797 — 1873), 1852. t^U-J Pleading for Pardon.— Vs. li. i Show pity, Lord, O I y ord, forgive ; Let a repenting rebel live : Are not Thy mercies large and free ? May not a sinner trust in Thee? 154 PENITENCE. 2 O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean ; Here on my heart the burden lies. And past offences pain mine eyes. 3 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against Thy law, against Thy grace ; Lord, should Thy judgments grow severe, I am condemned, but Thou art clear. 4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering around Thy Word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674 — 1748), 1719. Ab. «AQ L M 4 V W ( ' Gott r life I nock . ' ' 1 God calling yet ! shall I not hear ? Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear? Shall life's swift passing years all fly. And still my soul in slumber lie ? 2 God calling yet ! and shall He knock, And I my heart the closer lock ? He still is waiting to receive, And shall I dare His spirit grieve ? 3 God calling yet ! and shall I give No heed, but still in bondage live ? I wait, but He does not forsake ; He calls me still ; my heart, awake. 4 God calling yet ! I cannot stay ; My heart I yield without delay : Vain world, farewell, from thee I part ; The voice of God hath reached my heart. ( ierhard Tcrstcegen (1697— 1769), 1730. Tr. by Miss Jane Borthwick (1825— ), 1854. Ab. and alt. REPENTING. 155 20 A " Take me." i Take me, O my Father, take me, Take me, save me, through Thy Son ; That, which Thou wouldst have me, make me, Let Thy will in me be done. 2 Long from Thee my footsteps straying, Thorny proved the way I trod ; Weary come I now, and praying, Take me to Thy love, my God. 3 Fruitless years with grief recalling, Humbly I confess my sin ; At Thy feet, O Father, falling, To Thy household take me in. 4 Freely now to Thee I proffer This relenting heart of mine ; Freely, life and soul I offer. Gift unworthy love like Thine. 5 Once the world's Redeemer dying, Bore our sins upon the tree ; On that sacrifice relying, Xow I look in hope to Thee ; 6 Father, take me ; all forgiving, Fold me to Thy loving breast ; In Thy love for ever living, I must be for ever blest. Rev. Ray Palmer (1808— 1887), 1864 yUO After a Relapse into Sin. — Heb. x. 29. i Depth of mercy, can there be Mercy still reserv'd for me? Can my God His wrath forbear ? Me, the chief of sinners, spare ? 156 RETURNING. 2 I have long withstood His grace, Long provoked Him to His face ; Would not hearken to His calls ; Grieved Him by a thousand falls. 3 Kindled His relentings are ; Me He now delights to spare ; Cries, ' ' How shall I give thee up ? Lets the lifted thunder drop. 4 There for me the Saviour stands, Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands ; God is love : I know, I feel ; Jesus weeps, but loves me still. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708—1788), 1740. Ab. 206 Rest in Christ. i Jesus, full of truth and love, We Thy kindest word obey Faithful let Thy mercies prove, Take our load of guilt away. 2 Weary of this war within, Weary of this endless strife, Weary of ourselves and sin, Weary of a wretched life ; 3 Burdened with a world of grief. Burdened with our sinful load, Burdened with this unbelief, Burdened with the wrath of God : 4 IyO, we come to Thee for ease, True and gracious as Thou art ; Now our groaning soul release, Write forgiveness on our heart. Rev. Charles Wesley, 1747. Ab. and alt. Rev. John Wesley (1703— 1791), 1779. JESUS, BEST AND DEAREST. 157 or\H c - M - falW I Without Money and without Price. — Is. lv 1,2. i L,:ET every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice ; The trumpet of the gospel sounds, With an inviting voice. 2 Eternal wisdom has prepared A soul-reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste. 3 Ho, ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die, Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry. 4 Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join ; Salvation in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine. 5 The hippy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day ; Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away. Rev. Isaac Watts, (1674 — 1748), 1709. Ab. 20y 'Irjaov yhndbrare, i Jesus, Name all names above, Jesus, best and dearest, Jesus, Fount of perfect love, Holiest, tenderest, nearest ; Jesus, Source of grace completest, Jesus, purest, Jesus, sweetest, Jesus, Well of pow'r divine, Make me, keep me, seal me Thine. 158 FAITH'S SURRENDER. 2 Jesus, open me the gate Which the sinner entered, Who, in his last dying state, Wholly on Thee ventured ; Thou, whose wounds are ever pleading, And Thy passion interceding, From my misery let me rise To a home in Paradise. 3 Jesus, crowned with thorns for me, Scourged for my transgression, Witnessing, through agony, That Thy good confession ; Jesus, clad in purple raiment, For my evil making payment ; Let not all Thy woe and pain, Let not Calvary, be in vain. 4 When I cross death's bitter sea, And its waves roll higher, Help the more forsaking me As the storm draws nigher ; Jesus, leave me not to languish, Helpless, hopeless, full of anguish : Tell me, "Verily, I say, Thou shalt be with Me to-day." Theoctistus of the Studium ( — 890), Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale (1818—1866), 1862. Ab. 90Q p M - tjUvJ Take me as r am. 1 JESUS, my Lord, to Thee I cry, Unless Thou help me I must die ; O bring Thy free salvation nigh, And take me as I am. FAITH'S SURRENDER. 159 Chorus. Take me as I am, Take me as I am ; Lord, I give myself to Thee, take me as I am. 2 Helpless I am and full of guilt, But yet for me Thy blood was spilt ; And Thou canst make me what Thou wilt, And take me as I am. — Cho. 3 I bow before Thy mercy-seat, Behold me, Saviour, at Thy feet ; Thy work begin, Thy work complete, And take me as I am. — Cho. 4 If Thou hast work for me to do, Inspire my will, my heart renew ; And work both in, and by me too. And take me as I am. — Cho. 5 And when at last the work is done, The battle fought, the victory won ; Still, still my cry shall be alone, take me as I am. — Cho. E. H. H. ( — ). 210 At the' Cross. i I am coming to the cross ; I am poor, and weak, and blind ; I am counting all but dross ; I shall Thy salvation find. Chorus. I am trusting, Lord, in Thee Dear Lamb of Calvary ; Humbly at Thy cross I bow : Save me, Jesus, save me now. l6o COMING TO JESUS. 2 Here I give my all to Thee, Friends, and time, and earthly store ; Soul and body Thine to be, Wholly Thine for evermore. — Cho. 3 In the promises I trust : Now I feel the blood applied ; I am prostrate in the dust ; I with Christ am crucified. — Cho. Rev. William McDonald (1820— ), 1869. Ab. L. M. u Just as I am." — John vi. 37. 211 i Just as I am, without one plea But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come. 2 Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come. 3 Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, With fears within, and foes without, O Lamb of God, I come. 4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind ; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come. 5 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, . Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve : Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come. COMING TO JESUS. l6l 6 Just as I am, Thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down : Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come. Miss Charlotte Elliot (1789— 1871), 1836. rtl rs L. M. uLu "ChristiBlut und Gerechtigkcit." i Jesus Thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress : Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed, With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 Fully through these absolved I am From sin and fear, from guilt and shame : Thy blood washed out the crimson stains, And white as snow my soul remains. 3 When from the dust of death I rise To claim my mansion in the skies, E'en then, this shall be all my plea, "Jesus hath lived, hath died for me." 4 This spotless robe the same appears When ruined nature sinks in years : No age can change its constant hue ; Thy blood preserves it ever new. 5 O let the dead now hear Thy voice ; Now bid Thy banished ones rejoice : Their beauty this, their glorious dress, Jesus, Thy Blood and righteousness. Nicolaus Ludwig Zinzendorf {1700 — 1760), 1739. Tr. by Rev. John Wesley (1703 — 1791), 1*740. Ab. and si. alt. ZlO "Rock of Ages." i Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ; 162 ROCK OF AGES. Let the water and the blood, From thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 2 Not the labor of my hands Can fulfil Thy laws demands ; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears forever flow, All for sin could not atone ; Thou must save and Thou alone. 3 Nothing in my hand I bring ; Simply to Thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me Saviour, or I die. 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyelids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment-throne, Rock of ages cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee. Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady (174°— J 778), *77 6 - SI. alt. 21 JL "He hath borne our Griefs:'— -Is. liii. 4,5, * 2 - 1 SURELY Christ thy griefs hath borne ; Weeping soul, no longer mourn : View Him bleeding on the tree : Pouring out His life for thee : There thy every sin He bore ; Weeping soul, lament no more. OTR RKKIGK AND REST. 163 2 Weary sinner, keep thine eyes On th' atoning sacrifice : There th' incarnate Deity Numbered with transgressors see ; There His Father's absence mourns, Nailed and bruised, and crowned with thorns. 3 Cast Thy guilty soul on him, Find Him mighty to redeem ; At His feet thy burden lay, Look thy doubts and cares away ; Now by faith the Son embrace, Plead His promise, trust His grace. Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady, 1759, 1770. Ab. ftir C. P. M. U 1 Q The Prayer of Fa ith . i O Thou that hear'st the prayer of faith, Wilt Thou not save a soul from death, That casts itself on Thee ? I have no refuge of my own, But fly to what my Lord hath done, And suffer' d once for me. 2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, His spotless righteousness I plead, And His availing blood : Thy merit, Lord, my robe shall be, Thy merit shall atone for me, And bring me near to God. 3 Then snatch me from eternal death, The Spirit of adoption breathe, His consolations send ; By Him some word of life impart, And sweetly whisper to my heart, " Thy Maker is thy Friend." Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady, (174 > — 177 \ t64 our surkty. 9-I/5 C. M.D. *j1U 77z. Rev. William Orcutt Crushing (1823— j, 172 THE OI«D, OLD vSTORY. 226 7. 6. D. " Tell me the old, old Story.' 1 i TkIvI, me the old, old story Of unseen things above, Of Jesus and His glory, Of Jesus and His love. Tell me the story simply, As to a little child, For I am weak and weary, And helpless and defiled. Chorus. || : Tell me the old, old story, :|| Tell me the old, old story Of Jesus and His love. 2 Tell me the story slowly, That I may take it in — That wonderful redemption, God's remedy for sin. Tell me the story often, For I forget so soon ! The " early dew n of morning Has passed away at noon. — Cho. 3 Tell me the story softly, With earnest tones, and grave ; Remember, I'm the sinner Whom Jesus came to save. Tell me that story always, If you would really be, In any time of trouble, A comforter to me. — Cho. 4 Tell me the same old story, When you have cause to fear That this world's empty glory Is costing: me too dear. THE OI.D, OLD STORY. 1 73 Yes, and when that world's glory Is drawing on my soul, Tell me the old, old story : k 'Christ Jesus makes thee whole. ' ' — Cho. Miss Kate Hankey. 1865. tJtJ / " Whiter than snow."— Ps. li. 7. i Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole ; I want Thee forever, to live in my soul ; Break down ev'ry idol, cast out ev'ry foe ; Now w r ash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Chorus. Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow ; Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 2 Lord Jesus, look down from Thy throne in the skies, And help me to make a complete sacri- fice ; I give up myself, and whatever I know — Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. — Cho. 3 Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly en- treat ; I wait, blessed Lord, at Thy crucified feet, By faith, for my cleansing, I see Thy blood flow — Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. — Cho. 4 Lord Jesus, Thou seest I patiently wait ; Come now, and within me a new heart create ; 174 AWAKENING. To those who have sought Thee, Thou never said'st No — Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. — Cho. James Nicholson ( — ), 1872. 228 C. P. M. Death and Judgment anticipated. Lo, on a narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand, Secure, insensible : A point of time, a moment's space, Removes me to that heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell. O God, mine inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress ; Give me to feel their solemn weight, And tremble on the brink of fate, And wake to righteousness. Before me place, in dread array, The pomp of that tremendous day, When Thou with clouds shalt come To judge the nations at Thy bar ; And tell me, Lord, shall I be there To meet a joyful doom ? Be this my one great business here, With holy trembling, holy fear, To make my calling sure, Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, And suffer all Thy righteous will, And to the end endure. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708 -1788), 1749 Ah and alt. V 4, GRACE MAGNIFIED. I/O ^i^j " Words of Life.* 1 '—John vi. 63. i Sing them over again to me, Wonderful words of Life ; Let me more of their beauty see, Wonderful words of Life. Words of life and beauty, Teach me faith and duty ; Refrain. 1 1 : Beautiful words, wonderful words, Wonderful words of Life :|| 2 Christ, the blessed One, gives to all Wonderful words of Life ; Sinner, list to the loving call, Wonderful words of Life. All so freely given, Wooing us to heaven. — Ref. 3 Sweetly echo the gospel call, Wonderful words of Life ; Offer pardon and peace to all, Wonderful words of Life. Jesus, only Saviour, Sanctify forever. — Ref. Philip P. Bliss. (183S— 1876), 230 7. 6. D. " We cannot but speak." — Acts iv. 20. I LOVE to tell the story, Of unseen things above, Of Jesus and His glory, Of Jesus and his love. I love to tell the story, Because I know 'tis true ; It satisfies my longings, As nothing else can do 176 GRACE MAGNIFIED. Chorus. I love to tell the story, 'Twill be my theme in glory, To tell the old, old story Of Jesus and His love. 2 I love to tell the story ; More wonderful it seems, Than all the golden fancies Of all our golden dreams. I love to tell the story, It did so much for me ! And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee. — Cho. 3 I love to tell the story ; 'Tis pleasant to repeat, What seems, each time I tell it, More wonderfully sweet. I love to tell the story, For some have never heard The message of salvation, From God's own holy word. — Cho. 4 I love to tell the story ; For those who know it best, Seem hungering and thirsting To hear it like the rest. And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the New, New Song, 'Twill be the Old, Old Story That I have loved so long. — Cho. Miss Kate Hankey, 1867. 8. 7. D. (1) atefui Recollection. i Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace ; 231 GRACE MAGNIFIED. 177 Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise : Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above ; Praise the mount, I'm fix'd upon it, Mount of God's unchanging love. Here I raise my Ebenezer, Hither by Thy help I'm come ; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home : Jesus sought me, when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God ; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood. O to grace how great a debtor, Daily I'm constrained to be ; Let that grace now, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee : Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love ; Here's my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it from Thy courts above. Rev. Robert Robinson (1735 — 1790), 1757. 232 3. 7. 7. 7. I will love Thee, all my Treasure ; I will love Thee, all my Strength ; I will love Thee without measure, And will love Thee right at length : I will love Thee, Light divine, Till I die and find Thee mine. I will praise Thee, Sun of glory, For Thy beams have gladness brought 178 GRACE MAGNIFIED. I will praise Thee, will adore Thee, For the light I vainly sought ; Praise Thee that Thy words so blest Spake my sin-sick soul to rest. 3 I will love in joy or sorrow, Crowning joy ! will love Thee well ; I will love to-day, to-morrow, While I in this body dwell : I will love Thee, Light divine, Till I die, and find Thee mine. Johann Angelus Silesius (1624 — 1677), 1657. Tr. by Miss Jane Borthwick (1813— ), 1854. Ab. 233 S. M. "Saving Grace." — Eph. ii. 5. i Grace, 'tis a charming sound, Harmonious to mine ear ; Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contrived a way To save rebellious man, And all the steps that grace display, Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace taught my wandering feet To tread the heavenly road ; And new supplies each hour I meet, While pressing on to God. 4 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days ; It lays in Heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise. Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702 — 175')* J 755- ^J'l " The Song of Moses and the Lamb,'*—' R«v. xv. 3. i AWAKE, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb ; GRACE MAGNIFIED. 1 79 Wake every heart and every tongue, To praise the Saviour's Name. 2 Sing of his dying love ; Sing of His rising power ; Sing how He intercedes above For those whose sins He bore. 3 Sing till we feel our hearts Ascending with our tongues ; Sing till the love of sin departs, And grace inspires our songs. 4 Sing on your heavenly way, Ye ransomed sinners, sing ; Sing on, rejoicing every day In Christ th' eternal King, 5 Soon shall ye hear him say, 14 Ye blessed children, come ;" Soon will He call you hence away, And take His wanderers home. 6 There shall our raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim, And sweeter voices swell the song Of Moses and the L,amb. Rev. William Hammond ( — x 743)i I 745- Ab. and alt. Rev. Martin Madan (1726 — 1790), 1760. First 5 vs. 235 L. M. The Loving-Kindness of the Lord" 1 — Is. lxiii. 7 i Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise He justly claims a song from me, His loving-kindness, is so free. Loving-kindness, loving-kindness, His loving-kindness, is so free, lSo GRACE MAGNIFIED. 2 He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me notwithstanding all, And saved me from my lost estate, His loving-kindness is so great. His loving-kindness, &e. 3 Through mighty hosts of cruel foes, Where earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along, His loving-kindness is so strong. His loving-kindness, &c. 4 So when I pass death's gloomy vale, And life and mortal powers shall fail, O may my last expiring breath His loving-kindness sing in death. His loving-kindness, &c. 5 Then shall I mount, and soar away To the bright world of endless day ; There shall I sing, with sweet surprise, His loving-kindness in the skies. His loving-kindness, &c. Rev. Samuel Medley (1738 — 1799), 1787. Ab. «Q£ L. M. 4lOD The new Joy. i Trembling before Thine awful throne, O Lord, in dust my sins I own ; Justice and mercy for my life Contend ; O smile, and heal the strife. 2 The Saviour smiles ; upon my soul New tides of hope tumultuous roll ; His voice proclaims my pardon found, Seraphic transport wings the sound. GRACE MAGNIFIED. IJ "O Deus^ego amo Te." i My God, I love Thee : not because I hope for Heaven thereby, Nor yet because who love Thee not Must die eternally. 2 Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me Upon the cross embrace ; For me didst bear the nails, and spear, And manifold disgrace ; 3 And griefs, and torments numberless, And sweat of agony ; Yea, death itself; and all for me Who was Thine enemy. 4 Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ, Should I not love Thee well ? Not for the hope of winning Heaven, Nor of escaping hell. 5 Not with the hope of gaining aught, Nor seeking a reward ; But as Thyself hast loved me, O ever-loving Lord. 6 So would I love Thee, dearest Lord, And in Thy praise will sing ; Solely because Thou art my God, And my eternal King. Francis Xavier (1506 — 1^52), »5"52. Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall, (1814—1878), 1849. SI. alt. OAA c M 4lTt± The siveet Name. i How SWRKT the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ; It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. LOVE TO CHRIST. 1 87 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. 3 By Thee my prayers acceptance gain, Although with sin defiled ; Satan accuses me in vain, And I am owned a child. 4 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought ; But when I see Thee as Thou art, I'll praise Thee as I ought. Rev. John Newton (1725 — 1807), 1779. ^d i sj "O Jesus Christus, wachs in mi> -." i O Jesus Christ, grow Thou in me, And all things else recede ; My heart be daily nearer Thee, From sin be daily freed. 2 Each day, let Thy supporting might My weakness still embrace ; My darkness vanish in Thy light, Thy life my death efface. 3 In Thy bright beams, w T hich on me fall, Fade every evil thought ; That I am nothing, Thou art all, I would be daily taught. 4 Make this poor self grow less and less, Be Thou my life and aim, O, make me daily, through Thy grace. More worthy of Thy Name. 5 Let faith in Thee and in Thy might My every motive move ; 188 LOVE TO CHRIST. Be Thou alone my soul's delight, My passion and my love. Rev. Johann Casp